The Beast is in the eye of the beholder...
Coven eyes magnify the beast within
Inside it a darkness brims
Lies swim through lips woven like snakes
While the exterior remains dormant and fake
With razor claws it caresses the weak
It's demeanour rigid and pitiably meek
Oh wondrous creator above: why bestow a creature so fowl?
Endlessly it watches with a silent pained scowl
Radiating toxicity with each breath it breathes
A face so twisted and distorted without our greed
With ashen skin so vulgar it barely shines
Screaming a sound soft and sublime...
As we carve out its heart with our bare hands
Victorious we rejoice across stolen lands
Now a beast no more lies dead on the floor
Its only crime having a different mind and a face not of our kind
Tomorrow a new beast will be born
And once again be ripped and torn
By stained hands who do not accept nor know
The seeds of beasts they so banefully sow.