The Beast Inside

	At times when I expect it least
	I feel the stirrings of the beast
	that hides within the deepest part
	of my unholy, hollow heart
	and daily sallies forth to feast.

	That beast can only be controlled,
	it can't be slain, or so I'm told.
	My guardian angel does her best
	to keep the beast at peace, at rest,
	my crowded heart so well patrolled.

	My muse keeps watch throughout the day,
	views the beast at work and play,
	my angel clinging to the reins,
	the beast clanging in his chains.
	The muse, amused, has much to say.

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