FIRE
AND THE BEAST
There’s something that needs to be told.
There’s a beast that consumes my soul.
This shouldn’t come as a big surprise.
I know you can see the beast in my eyes.
Seems like I’m just talking but there’s
things that needs to be said.
There’s a beast inside and he needs to be
fed.
The beast is drawn to the fire that burns
deep in your soul.
The beast wants to touch your fire but
fears the toll.
The beast feels like he’s been in the
desert with nothing to drink.
Everything is spinning, he can hardly
think.
In this wasteland called life the beast
finds an oasis from above.
The beast crawls slowly to drink from the
fiery fountain of love
He quenches his thirst but it leaves him craving
more.
He can feel the earth move so he begins
to explore.
He finds mountains from which he believes
he can fly.
He finds a valley where he’s sure he can
hear a little sigh.
His skin burns as he reaches into the
fire.
He knows what he wants, he knows what he
desires.
The flesh is smoldering from a lingering
touch.
Mountains begin to move from what the
soul desires so much.
From the mountain tops the fire spreads
to the valley below at the river’s mouth.
The fire is burning hot and moving
quickly to the south.
The fire if moving faster and faster with
only one place to go.
The beast lunges into the fire, deeper
and deeper, moving fast, moving slow.
He is consumed, he is devoured, as his
soul takes flight.
He soars into the darkness until he sees
a blinding flash of white light.
The beast knows it’s not his time yet as
the fire holds its grip.
He tries to stand his ground; he tries
not to slip.
The fire leaps higher and higher and
tries to take control.
The beast roars loudly as he finely
reaches his goal.
In the end there’s not much left to be
said.
The beast and the fire have both been
fed.
STANLEY HENDRIX
10/08/2015
