tHe BEaSt oF EdEN

The BEAST of Eden CACKles WILDLY as
She SPLintERS SUMmeR’S SUN ‘to iCY SHarDS
of STINGing winter, ALONE and FroSTeD,
TRAPPED in FROZEN waLLS of GLaCIAL fame.
SUmmer’s HEAT does not TouCH, nor BLAST the coOL
bLANCHeD faCE of SNow WhITE, BOUND in a GLASSY
COffin, airLESS, and DEADly ALonE.

IdeaLIC eDEN never Is nor WAS,
But IF it did, that MAd beaSt would be the
DOWnfALL of man, thE RAVAGER of HOPE.

ShE TAkES AWAy my HOPE, my LIght,
ShE takeS away my dAY.
ShE TakES AWAy my SunRISeS,
And the HEAT of SUMmeR’S RaYS.