tagNon-Erotic PoetryDivine Beast or so I Think at Least

Divine Beast or so I Think at Least


To the Heavens I cry out,

With an old mighty shout,

I do seek a beautiful Beast,

So that I can celebrate with a Fabulous Feast,

The gods they debate,

Hoping to even out the weight,

For at their gate,

Is an old buddy a mate,

With my mate is my grand army,

And no their not very smarmy,

So where is my beast,

With which I can get on with my feast,

A beautiful mare,

With such radiant hair,

Maybe even a freckle or two,

One with a magnificent hue,

In the distance I spot the mare,

Of which I shall grant no share,

And my legs can’t keep me up,

As though I were an innocent pup,

I faintly watched as my men succumbed,

As every part of me was numbed,

I watched as she rode into the distance,

And from there I vowed by my lance,

That I would travel even crawl,

And allow no impediment no stall,

To this wayward beauty that shall be mine,

That which is the divine,

I now have a beast for a feast,

Or I hope in what I can of the least,

So here I go I’ll head out into the East,

So I can get some work for a local Priest.

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