Hidden
I am hidden
from her beauty.
Her lovely face
pale in fear
last night
as I howled
Beneath her window.
Her eyes
alive with fear.
As she searched
in the darkness
for any glimpse
of the beast.
She must never
know 'tis I,
Her beloved
Who Howls
when the moon
rises red in
a black sky.
'Tis I. The Beast
who as a new morn
arises Must remain
Hidden. Till the Beast
is Hidden away Inside me.
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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