Veiled Contempt

Written by: Frank F. Atanacio

it was all it took,
he merely tossed a disdainful look,
thwarted attempt,
the beast smiled with thinly veiled contempt,
he was bold,
his heart cold,
as the words were told,
and the beast stood in silence
just for a moment,
his hatred palpable,
he shouted,
as pain 
screamed through him,
exploding the veins,
and his emotions drained,
he howled in agony,
he shouted in fury,
he cries,
darkness was his eyes,
death was on his breath.