Beast

It is a particularly despicable realization,

The fact of this burden that manifests itself

As such roaring flame which 

Burns

With such passion and vigour that,

If so applied to the waters

The cities ‘cross the world 

Would be drown twice over

This roaring flame and

Wrathful waters

Inspired

So

Perfectly

By the conjuring of

Such cruel a 

Thought

As the Taste of Her lips being

Lost

To

Another

To some non-existent rival

That is without this

Beast

Living

In the hollow of my breast

This Beast,

Born of my life and made from the very 

Essence

Of the Stormbringer, The Sea King

This

Beast

That wishes to sinks its teeth into her neck and drink,

If only to be with her