Beast
May 14th 2008 04:27
Hush is a breath on whispered skin,
the kiss of shape and scent....
hush is not quite silent,
yet silent enough.
The sound can move in waves,
even if it doesnt shush,
They meander back and forth,
the rustle of humans living,
this is night's voice.
The whisper of night things chirping,
the rasp of uglier things,
and sh-shing of chitter chatters,
who bade your heart
your breath be still -
Lest the night turn on you,
her violence come all at once,
out of that hush and quiet,
the beast roared out in glory.
the kiss of shape and scent....
hush is not quite silent,
yet silent enough.
The sound can move in waves,
even if it doesnt shush,
They meander back and forth,
the rustle of humans living,
this is night's voice.
The whisper of night things chirping,
the rasp of uglier things,
and sh-shing of chitter chatters,
who bade your heart
your breath be still -
Lest the night turn on you,
her violence come all at once,
out of that hush and quiet,
the beast roared out in glory.
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