Keeping the Beast Full
Darkness pours over the horizon,
the sun slips away.
Driven by consuming hunger,
a monstrous beast, lies in wait.
Hooded men in the choir,
weave webs from their lips,
while the hurst creeps by slowly,
in a seemingly endless parade.
On high hills, in colossal mansions,
live the soulless, adorned with magnetic bright eyes.
Veiled under a black blanket,
the soullest consume their prey,
they must feast off the valley,
or starve the beast within.
Hopeless sheep, without a shepherd,
swim like guppies in a bowl,
twisting in turmoil, keeping the beast full.
Copyright © Annette Hershey | Year Posted 2020
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