What of this beast of shallow mind <br />that preys upon the meek and kind, <br />whose marble heart beats cold and still <br />whilst searching out the meek of will. <br /> <br />These hungry monsters stalk the night <br />as innocent new hearts take flight, <br />their lives, their loves, their minds it seems <br />are features of this monster’s dreams. <br /> <br />Once drawn into its darkened lair <br />where nightmare visions shall compare <br />to others who had passed before <br />now fled beyond that hate-locked door. <br /> <br />Their memories and blackened souls <br />shocked eyes resembling empty holes, <br />their desecration now complete <br />shamed heads cast down to lifeless feet. <br /> <br />Why would these ogres, free to play <br />remove the love from every day, <br />then swear fidelity to the death <br />whilst choking perfume taints the breath. <br /> <br />Who are these ghouls who shed no light <br />inflicting pain for own delight, <br />that stuff their face on home-made food <br />then screw their wives whate'er their mood.<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beasts/
