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The Seventh Day of October in the Year of our Lord 2016

21:43
With a scowl and a hiss,
It lets me know that something is amiss.
It lets out a desperate howl,
and I can hear it´s insides growl.

For It is hungry and a master prowler,
making all nearby souls in the shadows cower.

Things It likes to eat?
Creatures with tiny feet!
Ant, beatle and ladybug,
It swallows them all in one big chug.

For It loves to masticate,
creepy crawlies with legs of eight.
But, alas, spidy doesn´t do much to the Beasts unending apetite sate,
It always returns home - it is It´s fate.

It´s favorite, an absolut treat,
is better than all the bug meat.
The reason It home ran,
is the gushy food that comes out of a can.

When It has eaten, It´s belly comfortably round,
It´s humors are more benevolent and sound.
With a purr It lazily stretches on It´s back,
daring me, to see if I the courage lack. 

I am brave, I have no fear,
so I reach down to scratch It´s ear.
Quickly, from nowhere, a clawed paw
scrathing my tender flesh,raw!

For the Beast is the fiercest hunter you ever saw.

The Tenth Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2014

13:00
In a night sky of purple swirls,
in deep wells where darknes curls.

Over the meadow,wet with dew,
sliding across the gargoyles charcoal hue.

A breeze curious to discover it´s way,
carefully making daffodil and ivy sway.

Up on a hill the Beast with an apprentis sit,
a tiny beeing-not more than a kit.

The breeze gently tousles the Beasts well groomed hair,
playfully purring in the young ones ear.

With a delightful sigh it continues it´s way through the night,
playing among the clouds and tree tops-happy as a kite.

The Thirty-first Day of July in the Year of our Lord 2013

19:08
Far away in the darkness there´s a Nebula that some say will purr,
It´s inhabitants watches over little Beasts clad in fur.
Here on this earth the Beast is watching the sky,
it´s sitting quiet-wondering why.

Then for a friend awfully dear,
it sings a lament for all to hear.
It rings out over hill and moor,
into the ears of rich and poor.
Reaching far into the Heavens where it will forever soar.

Taking hold in the soul of those who hear,
a sorrow to deep for one little beast to bear.
It makes a home in the hearts of big and small,
a bottomless shadow some it will call.

The Nebula lovingly looks down on our Beast,
promising that one day they will once more together feast.
On the souls of the creatures big and small,
one day it will break through that forever wall.

At night it sits staring up at the moon,
longing for the day they will meet again.
One day,but not too soon.

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The Eleventh Day of March in the Year of our Lord 2013

23:54
It sits in the window staring at the tree,
watching the birds-tasty treats to be.
No doubt wishing it could partake in the magic outside,
staring-it´s eyes open wide.


Parading back and forth on the window sill,
wishing the window gone by pure will.
Oh, the mayhem it could cause out there!
As the object not only I, but tiny birds would fear.

Sneaking up on the unsuspected squirrel,
from it´s branch the Beast it would hurl!
Oh, what a fine meal it would make,
then to continue the feast on the friends that came to it´s wake.

Sucking worms straight out of the ground,
a never ending treasure chest it has found!
Sitting there staring, on the window sill.
These are the thought that the Beast´s mind thrill.

The Nineteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013
 
17:05
A loud bang and a scream,
as if taken from a bad dream.
It´s drawing me towards the kitchen door- Oh what terrifying madness may it store?!

In the kitchen there is nothing,
except from the echoes of danger that ring.

Then, again, a loud bang now from within the cupboard,
where I groceries hoard.
The cupboard itself seems to howl with rage,
soon unable to the mayhem cage.

With hands trembling I reach out to open the door,
and is almost knocked to the floor.
By a shadow fast as lightning,
I have never seen something so frightening!

Tail straight in the air,
a mass of frenzy hair.
Sneaking in there for a quiet place to groom,
The Beast instead got sealed in a spicy tomb!

It comes at me hissing,
and I think to myself- no sudden moves or I a finger will be missing.
It is clearly out for revenge,
I can tell from it´s hellish stench.
Then, when I think that things couldn´t get worse,
the Beasts friend sneaks up behind me- that retched curse!

Quickly I grab a can from the cupboard shelf- Oh, I pray this will help!
From the can the smell of liver in gravy spreads in the air,
turning these demons into cuddly fur balls and my life is once again spared.... 

The Eighteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013

16:51
On the subject of vomit,
that shoots out of the Beast like a comet.
When ever it is in the mood,
to not properly digest it´s food.
I could write today, tomorrow and all week long,
about all the ways it is wrong.

I wash it from cushions, table cloths and books- while it just sits there,
giving me innocent looks.
On the sofa, the carpet and on floors it smugly sprays whats inside- Oh this is more
than I can abide!

The pile of goo I just stepped in,
to socks and bare feet is a sin!
But I fear that this is a battle I can not win,
because the only response I get is a great big grin. 

Twelve Days of Christmas

On the First Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Second Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Third Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups 
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Sixth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
7 Ghouls a Gnawing 
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Eight Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Tenth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas 
the Beast sent to me:
11 Throats Screeching 
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas 
the Beast sent to me:
12 Drenched Dogs
11 Throats Screeching
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity!

The Seventh Day of November in the Year of our Lord 2012

09:57
The Beast sleeps. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
On the softest of clouds let it dwell,
or perhaps....it prefers the cozy fires of hell?

With it´s nose burrowed deep in a blanket
I can hear it snore.
This mighty fiend who has chilled me
to the core.

My soul it has made an open grave
wide for all things that crawl,
and where rotted roots unabashed sprawl.
Where no flower will ever feel the sun,
this is the Beasts special kind of fun.

Yes,let it sleep. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
Resting by the banks where willows weep,
and the grey sky with malice seep.

Snuggly on the softest cloud,
let it in Dream Land forever hold.
Among all other unspeakable terrors
yet to be told....

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Gary

A flash of lightning.
The claws slashes the air,hitting their mark,sending the enemy of howling in pain. Leaving only a trail of fresh blood leading into the night.
He did it! He,Gary,scared of that wretched menace,a fox,that´s what it must have been.

A fox!
He had heard of them sneaking in to town in hunt of pray,vicious orange beasts who are only looking to kill and he,Gary,had not only scared one off bleeding he had rescued a fellow feline from becoming the beasts next meal. A fox.
The other cat groans quietly as it licks one of it´s paws,Gary tentatively takes a few steps towards the cat ready to back off if needed but the cat just quietly sits there licking it´s paw,taking no notice of Gary what so ever.
"Was that really a fox?" Gary asks,the adrenaline rush who only minutes ago had fueled his tiny body is starting to wear off and the night and smell of danger has started to make him acutely aware of his surroundings. He has no idea where he is,he has never been here before,everything smells different. 
He had been following a rat through the alleys of the city when he had heard the noises,it sounded like a fight and curious he had made his way towards it,the rat forgotten. He turned the corner and there they were,the fox ready to attack and the black cat lying on the ground.
Thats when he had done it. With a hiss he ran straight up to the fox clawing and biting at whatever he could find until the beast had run off defeated,leaving Gary and the other cat alone in the alley. 
Gary takes a better look at the cat,it´s big with long fur black as the night,it is now sitting perfectly still looking at Gary,it´s green eyes showing calm and a dominance that makes Gary feel that this is a cat that demands respect wherever it goes. He sits down at a secure distance,looking back at the cat.
"Yes,that was a fox", the cat says. You scared it off,that was very brave of you."
Gary feels a burst of pride warming his heart,this magnificent cat had just called him brave,he moves a little closer.
The big cat gets up to leave,carefully testing it´s front paw and after deciding that the pain isn´t so bad,walks off into the alley. After a few paces it stops and looks at Gary who gets up and starts to follow the big cat into the night.

As they walk something suddenly dawns on Gary,a thought so fantastic that his heart skips a beat. He looks at the other cat again,as for the first time,and he can´t believe what he is seeing. Gary has seen this cat before,many times,on the hunt and always surrounded by it´s friends. That huge mane of jet black fur around it´s neck,like a black lion,the confidence in it´s steps,this is the leader of the Back Alley Cats!
The Back Alley Cats,a fierce group of cats who runs this city. Gary had admired them,from a distance of course,hoping that one day somehow he would be one to. His whole body,whiskers to tail,used to ache with longing for that day. It´s what he dreams about when he lies down to rest in his paper box. A family. To belong.
Gary used to belong,it seems like another lifetime now but one of his earliest memories is being lifted up into her soft lap,her warm fragile hands gently stroking his fur,making him purr with delight.
Oh what a wonderful time! Warm and safe,with the smell of flowers and spices he would never know the name of in the air. He was loved.
One day the woman was gone,Gary waited patiently for her to come back,day after day after day,but she never did. Until one day some strange men came and started tearing apart their happy home,loud strange smelling men taking all the furniture,piece by piece shattering Gary´s existence.
He cried out for them to stop,he cried out for his human,the woman with the warm hands who smelled so comforting,but nobody came to his aide. Nobody even payed any attention to him and soon he found himself not only out of the apartment but out on the street. Gary had never been outside the apartment before and he could still remember the sheer horror he had felt that day when the doors of the building had closed behind him and nothing would ever be the same again.
He had managed to survive on the streets,he slept behind dumpsters and ate what he could find,mostly bugs and food humans had discarded. The rats were a bit too smart for him and always managed to scurry away. Right now he had found a box to sleep in,it leaked something terrible when it rained but at least it provided shelter from the wind and nobody bothered him in there.
The other cat notices that Gary is staring,so he looks down trying to keep calm,but on the inside Gary is practically screaming with joy and amazement.
A Back Alley Cat! He had saved a Back Alley Cat from a fox attack,no,not only had he saved a Back Alley Cat he had saved the leader of the Back Alley Cats! Wow,him,Gary!
And now they are walking together,side by side like equals,him and this magnificent black cat,black like Gary. This was it,he could feel it,he is going to become a Back Alley Cat. Where else would the cat lead him if not to their lair to make Gary a Back Alley Cat. Little Gary who hasn´t even seen his second birthday yet and is very much still a kitten is going to be a Back Alley Cat,wow! He starts to sway his tail from side to side out of joy,he can´t help it.
"I,I know who you are",he says to the other cat. "You do,do you?",says the cat,giving him a little smile.
"Yes,you are the leader of the Back Alley Cats." And by saying it out loud Gary can no longer contain all the questions bubbling up inside of him.
"Is that where we are going,are you gonna take me to the Back Alley Cats,are you gonna make me a member,is it far,I´ll work really hard!"
The Back Alley Cat silences him with a stern look and they walk in silence for a while until the black cat says, "You are indeed a very brave little cat,we could sure use someone like you in our group." As if those words 
wasn´t enough to send Gary soaring into the sky,it´s what the cat says next that makes Gary wanna jump with joy. "Gary,he says with that little smile,how would you like to become a Back Alley Cat?"
Yes.
Yes,yes,yes of course he wants,it´s all he´ll ever want.
"Good,it is settled then. We´ll soon be home."
Home. He will have a home,he will belong.
That burst of pride he had felt earlier that night when he had been called brave is nothing to the explosion of pure happiness now spreading it´s warmth in his chest,seeping out into the rest of his body. What a wonderful warmth,like he will never be cold again,or hungry or afraid. Because he is going to be a Back Alley Cat,little Gary. He is going to have brothers and sisters and they are gonna teach him how to hunt properly and they will play and he will never be lonely again! When it´s time to rest they will curl up next to each other for warmth,no more leaking box for Gary,no sir! Because he had been chosen,the leader of the Back Alley Cats had chosen him,and soon they will be home.

He lets out a little purr when he sees a saucer of milk a friendly human has put out by a back door. Obeying the hunger that is screaming in his belly he hurries over and starts to drink the sweet liquid,not hearing the other cat calling out for him to stop.
The cat calls out to him again and now he hears it,the cat sounds angry it´s voice hard. It takes Gary a second but then he understands,how stupid of him,he should have let the other cat drink first. He is the alpha cat he drinks first of course,how stupid of him. Stupid,stupid,stupid!
He turns around slowly,ready to lie down in submission if the other cat shows any sign of demanding that.
So he is very surprised when the only thing he sees when he finally musters up the courage to look the other cat in the eye,is a deep sadness. The other cat doesn´t look angry at all,only sad,and there is something else. Desperation?
Gary doesn´t understand. Then he feels it,a sharp pain in his stomach burning like a thousand fires,the last thing he hears before he faints is the other cat saying his name again.
Gary.

He is dreaming.
Everything is the same but different,like painted with watercolours. He once saw a human paint with watercolours in the park,it was pretty,this is not pretty it´s dark and wet and cold. Very cold. He sits up by the saucer,where he had fainted and looks at his surroundings,the other cat is gone but other than that the alley looks the same. No wait,there is something there,the alley is filled with animals lying on the ground,dead.
Mostly cats but he can see some raccoons too and closer to the saucer there are some rats and spiders lying on their backs with their legs curled up in the air. Gary would find the look of the spiders amusing if he wasn´t so terrified,dead they are all dead.
The panic starts to build up inside of him,what is this what is he doing here?
Then a little voice starts to whisper in the back of his head and he remembers a story told by the other animals living on the street. A story about a butcher who hates animals,cats in particular,he hates them so much that every night he puts out a saucer of milk by his back door. Milk mixed with poison. 
The panic has now spread throughout his body,filling his veins with ice,drowning every ounce of happiness that was overflowing his body just moments before.
But that is just a story,it can´t be true,he says to himself.
This is Gary´s night,this is the night! 
He is going to be a Back Alley Cat and he is going to have brothers and sisters and they where gonna teach him how to hunt properly and they would play and when it´s time to rest they where gonna curl up next to each other for warmth and he would never ever be lonely again. He will have a home. Tonight.
It´s just a story.
An icy cold vise is squeezing his heart until he can´t bare to take another breath,he closes his eyes hoping it will go away but knowing it wont.
When he opens them again he is lying on the ground in the alley,all the dead animals are gone and he is left alone. He tries to get up,the fire is still there in his stomach making him both hot and cold,and walks over to the saucer on shaky legs. Exhausted by those few steps he sits down and sees the black cat,it is still with him,it´s green eyes watching him carefully from the shadows.
The black cat doesn´t matter any more,nothing matters anymore he knows that now.
He dips his paw into the milk and swirls it around,as he lifts it he watches the milk running between his toes forming beads.
"Well,here´s looking at you kit,we really painted the town red tonight",he says before licking his paw clean from the treacherous drops.
The pain in his stomach is gone now,all he can feel is a strange void inside of him.
As from a distance he can hear the black cat gently purring a soothing song for him,when a pair of warm familiar hands lifts him up and hugs him. Holding him close to her heart before she puts him down into her soft lap,she is gently stroking his fur and the smell of flowers and spices he will never know the name of is in the air,he is warm again.
He belongs.

The Third Day of June in the Year of our Lord 2012


23:17
In the gasping light of my candle,
I´m writing down these thoughts
that are becoming more than I can handle.


A gaping hole,stretching from my soul
to my mind.
Where now nothing resides
and only darkness you will find.


The Beast dug it out using terror and fear,
the seeds of madness it planted there.
Tearing the fabrics of my mind
with sharpened claw.
Mauling the essence of my very soul
with frantic jaw.


O Beast,who makes my life torment!
Are thou from Hell sent?
Or are you,perhaps,a traveler
from a dimension far from our reach.
Here to the art of mayhem teach! 


As my candle lets out a last desperate sigh,
my rooms now in darkness lie.
Darkness,who before used to scare me so much.
Now doesn´t bother me as such.


For no succubi,ghost or ghoul
that the dark may hail,
will ever be able to penetrate 
this dark veil- caressing my soul,
making my doom it´s final goal.


When all goodness away has flown,
and evil has made my body it´s home,
and I have become the object of fear!
Who innocent souls are longing to tear.


A question in my head starts to stir.
If I could stop this. 
If I could!
I wonder,I wonder,if I would.......?

Ted

T´is the story of Ted,

who went out of his head.

While the script to a new play he read.

It was a play full of magic and wonders,

of music and choreographed dance numbers.

And of course larks to amuse,

but one of the characters his mind started abuse.

Gaston worked his magic in manipulating his host.

Why,poor Ted even started putting antlers on toast!

But all is not dark-T´is light!

Ted´s head was already full of demons,

ready to put up a fight!

The battle raged on for hours,for days.

Until they all realised-Hey,there´s plenty of space!

So now they all laugh and sing,

day and night long.

Gaston even taught them his song.

And Ted?

He lies wide awake in his bed.

Slowly succumbing to the madness within,

as the demons sing.

And the crows outside his window starts to caw-

No one warps you mind like Gaston.......

Happy Easter

from Your favourite Beaster!!

The Twelfth Day of March in the Year of our Lord 2012

11:04

As I lie in my hospital bed,to surgery soon be led.

Far from the Beasts watchfull eye,

I can in relief sigh.

As my head rests on pillows soft and clean,

and the Beast with it´s absence sheen.

But then a shadow!

Just outside my gaze,

an all to familiar presence ready to put

me in my place.

A furry presence that me taunts,

making me see what it wants.

All is clear!

We are ready to go,

here comes the doctor with the nurses

in tow.

And a question my mind rubs.

Was that a furry tail I just saw

under the scrubs?

Then a flash!

The doctor handling the anaesthesia

looks awfully a lot like a Siamese-ia!

Making me dream things that are not there,

like that nurse fixing her hair.

With a tongue sharp and pink,

putting every strand in place in a blink.

What are these cruel jokes,

my mind is playing me.

Oh no,this can not be!

A sharp claw where the scalpel should be,

and two yellow eyes staring down at me........

The Thirty-first Day of October in the Year of our Lord 2011
11:00

As the moon awakes this dark and gruesome night.
Shining slivers of silver,tearing light,ready to
illuminate your fright.

For tonight the monsters awaiting a feast
come out to play and dance-to seduce.
To breath life into the creatures
who your mind abuse.
And to tickle the nightmares-all to amuse.

The Beast looks out
over the wonders there is to behold.
Ready to take part in the fun,
about to unfold.

To see all horrors born from imagination,
Yours and Mine,
all stand in line in honour of the Great Samhain..........

The Sixth Day of July in the Year of our Lord 2011
19:37

The day I told the Beast "No",
was the day I immediately to my
first aid box had to go.
With one swift strike of it´s mighty paw,
red was suddenly all I saw.

A long gash it opened above my knee.
I cried "O horror, how can this be?"
My hearts blood set free,
my hearts blood staining the tapestry!

I´ll tell you now,I´ll tell you all.
When the ruby drops hit the wall.
By the time my blood started to ooze,
the Beast had already started to snooze.

The day I broke that unwritten law,
was the day I got to taste the claw.
Now rivers of red are running down my leg,
and the culprit the scene has already fled.........

The Twenty-first Day of June in the Year of our Lord 2011
15:55

In a hurried frenzy it darts across the room,
behind it can hear the Beast zoom.
Right and left,left and right.
Try as it might,
it never gets out of the Beast´s sight.

It bounce´s against the window,
again and again.
The desperation of a fly
knowing it´s about to die.
One....
Two....
Flashes of white and blue
are coming for you.

Where are you going,
why try to hide.
You will never from the Beast´s attention slide.
Unable to for itself fend,
it´s about to meet the end.

On the balcony it makes a last attempt
to get away.
But the Beast is there ready to slay.
The breath, the cry of a thousand souls,
over it´s tongue rolls.

And then there is only the mighty paw-
The last thing it ever saw..........

The Fourth Day of May in the Year of our Lord 2011
18:25

Into the woods
Into the night.
Filled with destruction
and fright.

Into the woods
Into the night
It sits watching you.
To stray from the path,
to take that chance.
It sits waiting,ready to dance.

Transparent knives,
slashing thru the air.
Rotting vines and leafs,
reaching,getting tangled in my hair.

As I walk thru the darkness,
I can feel their eyes on me.
Strange creatures,
the world no longer can see.

And there,finally,stop!

By a murky lake it lies,
watching, just watching the dragonflies.
A swarm of wings and reflecting light,
in soothing mesmerizing flight.

We sit by the lake,
man and Beast.
My soul it forever has seized.

While twigs and vines slither inside,
taking what they can find.
And to my heart in loneliness
forever bind.

In the woods
In the night
I am the sight,
of foreverlasting night.