The Beast

The beast that roams the soul may draw you to her,
You may be intrigued by it's wild ways
May wish to know what drives the strange obsessions that strike...
seemingly without warning.

Many have tried to tame this heart-
That beats in time to the pounding surf,
Runs with the wind and takes it's rest on the forest floor.
Not confined by human walls,
But sheltered only by the friendly trees.
Following the cycle of the moon,
In a never ending quest for oneness.

Like the gentle beast, I desire companionship.
I crave affection, thirst for the acceptance of my pack.
Like any other being, I need love...
But like the beast that rules my spirit, I cannot be caged,
For in captivity, I will die within.

©Khaos WolfKat 1996