Incarceration

There are no allegations that My birthright is of a monster Nor is there a pretense that I am beast  But one of the brutes  Is hibernating  In the recess of me beneath  The etiquette of a queen  Is to be poised, decent, and unique But there is a leviathan  That has aspirations to be unleashed  For many decades past and future This monstrosity continues  Pondering who or what will be  On life’s menu Please take a step back  I can’t be responsible if there Is a consequence of a full lethal attack  Read the signs and beware  There is a hellion in my soul That desires to be disimprisoned And it’s portentous  Because it’s gasp is only within  A few unsafe measurement of feet