Beast Below

The beast he calls to me. Gnawing about far below.

It spells voracious hunger. Of defense I little know.

Scraping out of need; I struggle to resist.

“I am too young you fiend,”

          “…but this you shouldn’t miss.”

Vile whisper through the crack manipulates my head,

“I’d like to taste the young…. sweet, succulently fed.

Your peaches and cream skin. A place lips and teeth can run”

A growl from his throat slips.

I scowl, “This for you so characteristically fun.”

“What give you to me in exchange?”

I reply a restraining of my voice.

A strength I do not know.

I’ve changed with little choice.

“I can the rest set free. Upon my word, I’ll leave.

When I am happy, well, and sated. I promise I will flee.”

My family at liberty from this nightly terror. What I could not think.

What happens had I made an error?

For who would trust a beast who feasts on others’ fears?

But bravely I trod on, thinking not of memories dear.

        “You will wait then beast. While I do prepare. For my final hour, I’ll dress in finest  fare. 

The  gown in which I’m dressed. Of beauty I’ll be proud. When you take my life, wrap me in crimson’s shroud.”

Joan of Arc awakened as a dream. She a flaming star.

To death’s halls marching as one it seemed. Taking from life’s chalice, one courage filled draught.

So easily it slips. A golden fragrant  drop which hangs upon my lips.

He snarled. I grabbed his snout,

“This will be civilized.”

Pleasure struck a laugh that I could only but despise.

“for me this sense it is quite new.” He said between his teeth.

The  smile that it drew he’d wish that he could keep.

I licked gold from her lips. She bit into my neck.

I tore her fragrant arm. Never renting crimson, lest I forget.

She ripped open my belly, spat out balls of flesh and fur.

I realized before her gold and velvet, I was a miserable cur.

“I will this not to end,” of course he’d want his way.

“Were we to  continue a price you’d have to pay.”

He snarled of foulish pleasure.

“and your promise beast will it ensue?”

“I’ve never kept a promise. I assure you that is true.”

“Then I will finish what you started. Your promise will be won.

Here’s a revelation I’m no longer a mere woman.”

Fire leaped into her eyes, swords unveiled and forged of steel.

I’d failed to see her disguise. She brandished some foul light.

I should have known somehow, as she carved me with delight.

The floorboards gave a howl. They folded pulled me down.

Into my lake as ghoul, I’d forever, never drown.

What happened on that night. I never will forget.

A turning tide when crimson replaced the soul I’d let.

~ Leslie Moon

© Copyright 2013 Leslie Moon. All Rights Reserved.


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About moondustwriter

Writing is one of my passions. I am a published christian author, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, ministries. I am an advocate for the arts and the special needs community - my passions lie there as well. There are many facets to the moon thanks for gazing in the night sky. If you are on twitter I am @moondustwriter

29 responses to “Beast Below”

  1. imdanim says :

    Innocence spent for the beast / what remains???

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  2. slpmartin says :

    Wow…what an intriguing write…very engaging.

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  3. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Very interesting, Leslie. There’s so much going on in this poem that it took a few read for me to catch what I interpret the gist of it to be. Is it simply the imagination of a young girl conquering her fear? Or is she mastering the beast to protect others from the fear it feasts upon while they sleep? Does the beast heed only to lull her into a false sense of security, intending all the while to betray its promise in the end? Of course it does, it tells her so, she has no choice but to slay it. Lovely metaphor used in this piece, Leslie, and the near sing-song rhythm that bleeds through at times lulls the reader into believing it isn’t as dark a poem as it is. If I’ve interpreted this correctly – and I am anything but a poet so please forgive me if I have not – to gain peace, she must learn to destroy her fear and looses her innocence along the way.

    The poem is beautifully woven and keeps the reader off balance, not knowing what will become of her until the end. ;}

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    • moondustwriter says :

      Nina – the one thing I like about poetry is that each person can easily read in between the lines and that’s what they are supposed to do. It should lend enough direction for the imagination but not so much that the meaning is a resounding sound.
      For you the girl may be very young and experiencing a dream, for someone else a woman of 80 could be captive of a dream, or a woman could have the ability to change based on the threat. Each of those is true.
      I will not tell you the inspiration of the poem here but it will be mentioned tomorrow in a post on my blog

      Thanks for your peering deep into the message

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  4. Kevin A. Ranson (@KevinARanson) says :

    All I could think at the end of that was “sucker…!”

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  5. knightsheart says :

    Out, out damned Beast!

    Great poetic tale – but who got eaten,
    The Lady or the Beast

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  6. blazemcrob says :

    Great strokes from your magic quill, Leslie! It takes magic to run full circle with emotions. You reached deep into your hat and created much more than mere slight of hand.

    Blaze

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  7. Magenta Nero says :

    carved with delight! makes me purrr

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  8. imdanim says :

    That’s beastly as the tables turn you wonder what next???
    Didn’t see that ending

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  9. zkullis says :

    “… as she carved me with delight.”

    Loved it Leslie!

    Dark and bitter-sweet

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  10. Thomas Brown says :

    Like Nina says, there is so much depth here. I will be back to see what else I can uncover, lurking in the poem. As always, a pleasure to read your work, Leslie, especially when its themes touch on human beasts and transformation of sorts…

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  11. Joseph Pinto says :

    Leslie, it takes some wrapping of the mind to get around “Beast Below” and that’s what I love about it. So far, I’ve read it five different times & have come away with five different takes and emotional response. It’s dark yet very eloquent; simple but deceivingly complex.

    “Beast Below” is an excellent poem, one readers should delight in as they attempt to unravel it piece by piece.

    Thank you for sharing, Leslie!!

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    • moondustwriter says :

      nothing trite in it??
      Thanks Joe considering most my poetry is pretty simplistic writing in layers is a challenge which I am enjoying. Each of you at Pen inspire me in a different way to write and stretch and go behind the screen

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  12. Tyr Kieran says :

    Delightfully twisted and bestial. I love the Joan of Arc reference. Another intriguing tale with depth and mystery. Thanks, Leslie!

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    • moondustwriter says :

      Tyr – thanks. This really ends in a mystery as nothing is as it was and all has changed. Originally I was going to have the beast finish off the girl, go against a promise (beasts dont keep those silly things) and go after the next in line rather I now have a woman that the others wont recognize and probably wont be safe with.

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