The Beast
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Born of love and pure desire,
forged through blood, refined by fire.
Given skin of animal monstrosity,
yet holding the nature of man's dichotomy.
A sight to fear, but a touch to sooth-
a hide to reflect its bearer's mood.
A heart of warmth with sacrifice,
kept to oneself will turn to ice.
A power to defend or to destroy-
a choice is left to this curious boy:
to accept the rose and be the thorn
and one day shed the pelts he's worn,
or to reject sincere remorse
and live evermore with this beastly curse.
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The Beast
FantasyThorns are wicked with barbs that ensnare and bleed those foolish enough to come too close. But their presence is often a defense, made to protect that which is lovely and delicate. Could the same not be said of a beast? "When I tell my stories, I'm...
