The Sleeping Beast

Sometimes the beast is sleeping
Asleep in the night
And, then sometimes, without warning
And without the morning light

It awakes and it lives
As it wanders through the night
Wanders where it wouldn't go
And knows the things it shouldn't know

And no lullaby goodnight song
Will ease the woken beast
It strikes out in anguished pain
Taking pleasure in its feast

And just when it drifts off 
Into a much needed  sleep
Another nightmare rips out its heart
And cuts the soul down deep

Cries of despair pass the lips
Of the beast in tortured pain
Close your eyes sweet beast 
"Tis only the rain

Hush a bye,  my beast
Everything will be fine
What is yours will be yours 
And what is mine will stay mine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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