My steps have led me
To a far unknown place
Where the Beast is hiding,
Where the Dark is shining
Across the other side
Of the moor.

Magpies have sung me
About a far unknown place
Where my Heart is hiding
Into a deep dark well
On the other side
Of the moor.

My memories have left me
Into a black unknown place
Where a patient Solitude awaits,
Unnatural Silence circulates
A deep dark well
On the blackest side
Of the moor.

*The Beast is laughing...

Devils wear blood as there suit and gold as soul.

Dream I bend dream I dream alive.

Bring dark to darker, once under covers now the sheet glowing bright orange.

Evil staff places it's self away from its holder.

Mind of its own, it shatters the sky liquid metals fall claps and grasp, for the sights of medal beetles.

The sky bleeding metal steel at this point.

A skinned meaty finger then seen coming threw into world.

A stern rigid voice heard the villagers talking amongst each other.

Worry as the hand reache's for the trees.

Pulling them up slowly.

And as the Earth rumbles from the pulling of the trees.

You could see faces drenched in tears from the fright and might of this rigid hand.

Oh, how many times I cried
How many moments I wanted still...
Too much pain to bleed
But much more love to tell...

You are a beast,
a monster,
an evil soul,
with an ugly vendetta
and a heart of stone.

You play games with people's minds,
use them like pawns in your world,
but the thing you don"t realize is
I'm not just an ordinary girl.

I'm strong and powerful,
brave and mighty.
My heart is gold,
my soul
beaming.

I am your undoing.
The end to your games.
I stand against you,
my army behind me.
Countless soldiers
ready for battle.

You can't win against us;
our cause is just,
to strike down the evil,
the monster
the beast.

And the beast,
my dear,
is you.

A politician with a radio
and a fridge with a ****

as he spoke pidgin
and dapper the reason

that captured a signal
but stayed the season

'twas a gowan too
in stead brown hair

as a bride in favor  
yet deposed his table

though a granita now
will disguise his inference

yet detest his deference
in ridge there a pidgeon

flew his message away
and pearly was his religion

Like a cat in the night, I prowl
After lizards or bigger game; fowl
And like a wolf on a full lit moon, I howl
But like a dog; back me into a corner, and I'll growl

Like a lion in the jungle, I roar
Or like an eagle way up high in the sky, I soar
I'm the panda everyone loves to adore
My animal instincts are hard to ignore

I'm like the antelope that runs wild and free
To the giraffe who eats leaves from a tree
I'm the spider that spins
The hippo that swims
And I have the elephants superb memory

I'm the owl that hunts in the night
I'm the bat who can still see without sight
I'm the laughing hyena
The sloths calming demeanor
I'm the gorilla with all of his might

I'm the goat on the mountain
The birds in the fountain
I'm the dolphins in the wide open sea
I'm the cheetah running fast as can be

I'm the bear that eats fish
The lovebirds that kiss
I'm the dragon and fire
The stripes of a tiger
And I have the foxes keen sense of wit

I'm the rabbit that hops
The lamb and his chops
I'm the monkey who swings
I'm all of these things
But most of all I am the beast that is me

Lightning.
Crack.
Thunder.
I split.
Straight down.
Gazing up. I see.
The 4th Horseman.
Standing split, where I stood.
I see. The Beast. Proliferating in my absence.
The Horseman, crooked smile and evil gaze.
The Beast a chaotic shade of nightmares.
I lay, dying. Watching. What I refused to be.
I, existing in them. But now split.
I feel their darkness. I feel the burn.
They walk over to me. Throwing me aside.
They cackle in a blood curdling scream.
We exchange looks.
We embrace the end.

I rarely hear the Trumpets now
The singing bellows of quelling sound
Which tame the Beast, I fear inside
His hypnotic trance, is a Demon's cry

I cannot see the Painter's wrath
Brushstrokes raging down forbidden path
Long forgotten, but forever known
His sinister smile breaks day when shown

I know not the Cinder's smell
The Kindling Madness of an ancient spell
Ash inhaled of perfect ruin,
His incantation of evil is brewing

I dare not taste the Wicked's Cuisine
Dark nectars twist the tongue of Fiends
Bellies full of Nightmare's tears
His fruition comes through pain and jeers

I reach to touch the Devil's Hand
Three of a kind and a master plan
To call the bluff or submit and fold
His reign begins, free will already sold