Banquet for the Beast

[written by C.L. I remember when he gave me this poem. I was in a bad depression, very confused about what was happening. It was before I was diagnosed with anything, before the psychiatrists, the medications and the psych ward. When I was living in an emotional darkness, I had a friend that understood what I was going through. I've still got the original handwitten poem that he gave me about seven years ago.

C.L... my favourite line..."the wounds will be healed" I'm counting on it, brother. But you're right about one thing...the pain still remains...for now.


Depression
Encourages
Apathy
Towards
Holiness

...and the Lion prowls
He smells the fear and awaits the chance to devour
...and the Wolf howls
Though he is clothed in wool his teeth are just as sharp

He hungers for the blood
tearing though the flesh
dissecting his prey
the insides spilling out,
seeing the sun

...he knows...
...he knows...

There is no quarry here
the blood has already flowed
and he has lost his feast
his appetite for destruction wanes...

The pain, oh the pain
It remains
for now
But the wounds will be healed
And perservering...
Pressing onwards toward the goal
The joy will return again

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