No More Beauty Just The Beast

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Darkness within and out,

the cold grips upon my heart.

No more wonderful words,

but fangs sharp as polished swords.

You held me in your arms,

with your promise of duty.

Alas, no love – but charms,

your sweetness, out of folly.

No more beauty just the beast.

See me now without the mask.

For you I have looked my best,

walked out from my nasty task.

Hatred is upon me,

my sole vengeance, you will see.

For I shall have justice,

your sins will receive notice.

You have shattered my soul,

my heart, a vacant hollow.

Thus, vile creature, so foul,

expect me in your shadow.

No more beauty just the beast,

you will never find mercy.

Prayers will do you the least,

your blood has made me thirsty.

The awakening.

© Phoenix Montoya @ May 29, 2012

To Heed an Angel’s Call

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Silent whimpers in the night,

you choose to be out of sight.

You long to speak out you cries,

as your spirit slowly dies.

I have sensed your agony,

tasted your tears of honey.

Alas, I have closed my eyes,

as I suffer my own lies.

My fragile angel in need,

you are in torment indeed.

To touch you is to reach me,

a plunge to a stormy sea.

How I ache to answer you,

to get you out of your blue.

Hence, to mend your broken wings,

a sorrow for such weakling.

My dearest little angel –

you, I refuse to handle.

It is clear and plain to see,

to save you is to save me.

A whisper from within.

© Phoenix Montoya @ May 26, 2012