Tuesday, January 5, 2016

The Beast (Sonnet XIV)

With outstretched arms, he came to welcome me.
He sought to bring me, then, into the fold,
And was so pleasant that I could not see
That something deep behind his eyes was cold.

I knew not, then, what terror lay in store,
Nor how a fortnight's time might change my life,
For I was still beguiled by jewels he wore
And intricate serrations on his knife.

Then came the full moon's rise upon the first,
And my new host, it seemed, had disappeared.
Now startled, I began to fear the worst.
But what would come was far worse than I'd feared.

The Beast then lunged- attacked from o'er the ledge-
And bore a blade with fine, serrated edge.

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