Random Poetry

The Angel and the Wolf

I saw an angel walk by me in the snow,
I could tell from the invisible glow.
I will never know her, not even her name,
But I loved her all the same.

I saw a beautiful sister I had never met,
And my desert was warmed by her uncaring smile.
She does not even know my face, I'm sure,
But her father knows me as a son.

We converged on the same road
And we walked separately together,
She unknowingly under my innocent watchful gaze.
And behold, beasts picked up on her scent.

Two of them there were, gluttons of objectivity.
They found the Angel, my sister, in her walk.
I hated them from the first.
I hated the beasts, my brothers,
With an endless fire.

The pure chill encircling me
Could not tame the fire that burned
For neither the love nor the disgust,
Thick as each one was in my soul.

The pigs' eyes doing The Beast's work,
With every passing second.

The angel before me seemed not to notice,
But I sadly doubt the mask of ignorance.
She saw, I have to believe in my heart
As I wonder how well her mask will work
At a later date, maybe now.

My teeth clenched in unnoticed protection,
Wishing to bloody the wolves out of them,
As I fail to do sometimes for myself,
For a hungry wolf lies in me as well.

God, kill him. Destroy him.
Burn him at the stake.
Throw his ashes to the wind
To be taken to a pit incomprehensible
And left to dissolve.

Something lurks in my house still.
He will never leave me.
His teeth long for meat to be bestowed.
Though I try to starve him, always, always.

He will never die, I've accepted.
But I know him when I see him
In another's house.
And the fire will burn again.

If I could but cage them all
Or surround the sum of angels
In fires of love and hatred.
Gentle to the center
Gleefully cruel to the vast horde
Of wolves,
Of beasts,
Of demons.

Kill them all.
Drown them in a lake of red.
Silence their cries never to be heard.
Surgically take his teeth from my soul.
Protect my unfortunate sisters,
Angels doomed to be defiled by creatures
Even if they know it not.
Defiled by a disease like me.