Shadow Beast Poem by Dakota Ellerton

The beauty of a craddled imperfection has infested in my being.
I am nearly infinite in my chaotic downfall.
As I was once fed to the lions,
I became the beast.
Ultimatley destroying the cage of solitude,
I plunged into my darkest mind.
Prepare, prepare, prepare.
I will attack with stealth in the blackest corners or fear -
passing the many shades of insecurities,
to conquer and condem ones sanity.
For I need to feast.