To love a Beast, is t love a god. A Beast may be violent and a murderer, bu isn't he god of the heavens as well?
The Beast I love is a Beast of hell.
Th Beast I love kills for fun, but it is a Beast that represents beauty in a deathly way.
With eyes of grey and fur of the darkest night wit tints of silver like the moons shadow, this Beast I describe, is th Beast I love, and will wait for.
His paws are as big as a might bears, with ears that stand at the top of his skull to listen to me fangs as sharp as a blade that could easily cut through my bones lik butter.
His fur as soft as a rose’s petal, but as sharp as shark’s skin, and warmth that hugs me close, to his body.
Thi Beast I love, and will wait for.
I woke up one night and had the sudden urge to write this
What do you wait for?
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