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.