Wandering in the moors
With myriad thoughts,
In shadows he hid,
In stillness he crept.
Life and love had gone cold;
Hatred arrived from depths untold.
Creatures eyed him with envious glance;
He was proud of his own stance.
In the howling wilderness
Eyeing with scrupulous attention,
He found her, his ameliorating beauty,
Lost and insecure she was, then.
His vanity unwounded.
His prey defenseless.
His decisions unaltered.
His desires voracious.
He could treacherously agitate her, he didn’t.
He could unsparingly disturb her, he didn’t.
He could scathingly upset her, he didn’t.
For, she became his porcelain doll.
He was immensely attracted to her
Invincible fearless fragrance.
He was so immersed in her mysterious eyes
That his eyes did not wince.
She was tempestuously blinded
In his clandestine love.
She was utterly baffled by his
Incisive reflections of life.
Caught in his own impeccable trap,
The beast fell in love with the beauty.
They began to coalesce
And blended into one.
