Okay...well....ummmm...just an attempt at poetry.....criticism is most welcome!!!
The beast arises, from the fiery pits of
hell;
Seeking blood and bone and guided by
smell.
Spread its wings, the beast, to soar
above the sky,
Stopped in its tracks by a child’s soft
cry.
Stagger and stutter it does, entranced
and dazed;
A voice so benign and divine, it could
hardly evade.
Clipped were its wings in a warm embrace
And doused was its rage by the child’s
heavenly grace.
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