Temptation of the Beast

For hatred veiled, I give a bow, For serpent tenderness — my thanks, for now. You watch at night, my impartial clone, Without a sound, your presence shown. And at the sneer of your sharp fangs, I smile with truth, no false pretences. Not ready to play an open game, You’re bound by hurt, your bed of shame. In shadows, you conceal this fire, An endless loss, a deep desire. By day, you lose that fleeting reign — I’m no longer yours, I’ve escaped the dark fate, To perish in the Beast’s heartbroken reign. I’m grateful for the silent lesson taught, I drink it down like burning potion, Inhaling The spirit’s scent, though it scorches my throat. Your magic fails — too weak to sway, For I am alive in Every Way. I AM ALIVE.