Brage And The Beast - A Poem By Moe

"I go where the wild things are..."

oh come and see this beast I know

whose heart is thick and rich

with introspecting beastly flow

that sees the bait and switch

it's teeth are sharp and made to tear

but soft in their intent

it's coat is plump and supple rare

but none with ease can rent

as beast grows sick to gaming way

it grows too big to box

as tamers pride with traps they lay

stress finding broken locks 

with purple stripes and matching nails

it's scent of prema rose

draws many for the telling tales

to pride in what beast chose

but when they find they can't control

this beast whose soul is free

the bag of tricks that dug their hole

save open roads to flee

so what say you of beastly find
the type too fierce to cage?
to know one must be beast inclined
and match the heart of Brage...

~Moses Apollo