Mella FOG Poems

It is best to let the beast sleep. Try not to tame him or awaken his heart, he is a beast. Monsters are meant to be alone. They cannot even live amongst themselves. Let him be. He is a beast.

The beast roared but did not scare her. She saw past the mask, behind the pain, behind the sadness laid a handsome prince. For the beast had for just a moment, dropped his guard…for he did not see her, he did not notice her. Her eyes were fixed right on the beast…to conjure a plan…to tame the beast to seduce his heart. But he roared, “I am a beast, girl, let me be, for I cannot see past all the hate nor can I love again.” Sad and distraught, the girl cried out “But even monsters are not meant to be alone for even the wild seek refuge in their darkest moments.”
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