The Passion Of Her Soul Poem by Wolfie God

The goats head looks up from the silver platter, covered in the soft leaves of grape plants
Dark stabbing forks enter, no tact withheld, stabbing, crucifying.
They feast on the soul of the beast, their mouths guilty,
The mind drifts, watching, looking upward, searing pain rips through the flesh.
Shadows drift in close now, the darkness hugs him, embracing
Giving him sight into their souls,
He whispers to them’ my soul is darkened by a past love, change me’
‘They look into him, see his darkness, some turn away, others cannot’
A lost soul he remains, walking quietly.
She looks at him, his darkness intrigues her, his goodness she can’t turn away.
Her eyes deceive her, how can she fall for a monster,
But his heart is what she yearns for, his passions for her, his smile.
He stares into her, reads her passion for him, he steps towards her.
Each step he takes, his shape becomes more human, more formed chiseled.
His face slowly becomes more human, his body glistens with a light mist,
She runs to him, grasps her arms around him and holds the beast tight.
He strokes her hair and whispers the sweet words she longed to hear,
They embrace knowing their love is wrong,
Forbidden,
Real.


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