Beautiful Monster

Dark Rose Poems presents Beautiful Monster: The eerie road beckoned him to come,
dark and lonely with just the street lights; he prepared himself for his nightly run, but something just wasn’t right. He began his late summer night jog, depressed, confused and losing track;
abundance of pills he swallowed, to end it all, but he’d soon be meeting, the Lady in Black. Types: fantasy poems / romance poems. Dark Rose Poems By Lord Freakzilla is a dark poems / dark poetry / fantasy poems / romance poems of Dark Rose Poems. Beautiful Monster

The eerie road beckoned him to come,
dark and lonely with just the street lights;
he prepared himself for his nightly run,
but something just wasn’t right.

He began his late summer night jog,
depressed, confused and losing track;
abundance of pills he swallowed, to end it all,
but he’d soon be meeting, the Lady in Black.

Desiring the end and hoping he dies,
dripping sweat in the humid month of June;
shadows flash in the corner of his eyes,
night creatures chanting to the new full Moon.

Dizzy, whizzing, not feeling as he should,
heart racing with a horrific pound;
shooting pain on the right side, head to foot,
like a hot poker, striking him to the ground.

He laid by the road in the grass, body distraught,
frozen and powerless to scream;
ready to enter the AfterLife is what he thought,
that’s when he saw her, or was this a dream?

A mystifying figure seemed to hover,
a fluid black dress and veil over her face;
eyes like emeralds glittering through the cover,
alluring energy and full of grace.

Appalling scene that was now adorning,
had him barely able to catch his breath;
her haunting form, like a Lady in mourning,
his mind raced, could this be Death?.

Her ominous presence sent shivers to his toes,
like a helpless soul, drawn towards her;
her pleasing smell of pineapple and rose,
with a voice like rushing waters.

So many questions, was this in his head?,
was she bad or was she good?;
an unknown language she spoke and pled,
but somehow, his mind understood.

Energy radiated from her in thick waves of power,
with the ability to soothe and heal;
he was growing weaker by the hour,
he was desperate and ready to make a deal.

He pleaded his case, a bargain to sell,
freely surrendering all of himself for the endeavor;
a portion of her power within him would dwell,
and he would belong to her, forever.

She began to slowly remove her veil,
he feared his eyes would be blinded for gazing;
what he saw wasn’t a monster from Hell,
her striking beauty was simply, amazing.

Her hair was long and red, as burning fire,
her black full lips and smooth face perfectly defined;
she was everything any man would ever desire,
she smiled, as though she could read his mind.

She whispered softly, “Surrender to me!”,
then she grabbed his face and pressed their lips together;
chilling metallic liquid hit his throat like a raging sea,
choking him in a violent tether.

Energy flowed through his nerves like they were on fire,
and his blood felt like it began to boil;
like his body were dropped into a deep fryer,
his mind scrambled and his senses destroyed.

His body convulsed like a seizure,
a thousand screaming souls in his ears;
darkness shown as the light of leisure,
now awake, as tho he’d slept a thousand years.

He opened his eyes as if they were new,
like seeing the world for the first time;
energy surged within him through and through,
a spiritual awakening on an uphill climb.

Adrenaline high like a force that doesn’t quit,
confused he ask, “What did you do?”;
she replied, “You hated your old life, so I took it”,
and I gave you one new!”

“Your senses heightened, your world is not the same,
you will find beauty in things you’ve never known;
with the gift of sight, you’ll see things unexplained,
you belong to me now and your life is not your own.”

“Amongst the darkness you will thrive,
seeking out those souls in plight;
a hunger of energy will be your drive,
my small voice will be your guiding light.”

“I will always be with you from now till the end,
your hidden life will never be normal;
very soon on me you will learn to depend,
I will steer you from death as tho you’re temporarily immortal.”

“I gave you gifts, in time you’ll learn to conquer,
they’ll serve you well and be irrefutable;”
distressed he exclaimed, “You made me a Monster!”
she smiled, “A Monster…but beautiful.”
“My, Beautiful Monster.”

Her countenance changed and she grabbed his arm with force,
a burning sensation like being stabbed with a knife;
he pleaded, “What did you do that for?”,
she replied, “The place I touched is a reminder by design”,
“your life is not your own and you will hurt for the rest of your life.”

He had only looked away for a second, now she was gone,
like a specter or ghost to never come back;
home is where his spirit was being drawn,
but would he ever see again, The Lady in Black.

Walking home his name he couldn’t remember or deny,
Or the blurred complicated situation;
Was the street lights flickering as he walked by,
or was it just his imagination.

What just happened? How much time did he waste?,
Did he hallucinate the events and her dark charm?;
his mouth had a eerie lingering metallic taste,
And suddenly he felt that stabbing feeling in his arm.

He felt different and soon everything would change,
the night he would forever ponder;
the Lady in Black and their energy exchange,
and now he was her Beautiful Monster.

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By: Lord FreakZilla ®
˜Dark Rose Poems˜ ©

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