Blackblood: The Beast [Sub-sonnets I]

Dennis L. Siluk

The beast that eats me in the eyes of all,
This hate, this craving, this insensible thing,
That has bled me dry as the snow flakes fall,
Will puke, will vomit, and fade by summer.
My wounds will heal, my fate will abate,
The entwined anger will subside in the beast;
He will forget within hells summer heat
My look that is today his feat and breathe.
Unharmed, somewhat, from a scorn so deep
Though I should hate him I cannot do:
Revenge is deadly: blackblood in the soul,
Sharp like an arrow, with burning red coal;
Blood from his attack a double edged sword
Will never heal between beast and Lord.

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