Beast! ... Feast you on my beauty and flesh,
Sink your sharp fangs and claws on my helpless self,
drag me to your den and tear you me to pieces,
devour you on my tender flesh and bones to your fullest,
splash my warm red blood on your body and grass,
scatter what’s left of me on the wide open plain,
do what you want to do,
but you will never ever devour on my free living soul!
Strength of the human spirit in its devotion to a cause. Powerfully written.
a bold claim............none can harm a soul..........it only belongs us.............let the beast rest in those warm bloods no avail it persists to stay within
Beautiful poem having nice imagery along with fine selection of words to present your thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just can't read, it hurts a lot. Thank God at least Soul is spared.