The twenty-eight Day of May in the Year of our Lord 2010
13:34

When the sky turns into a steely gray
and you can no longer separate night from day.
Big drops fall from the sky,
and time seemes not at all to be passing by.

I can draw a sigh of relief-
a relief of course connected to the Beast.

For on theese lead gray days
the Beast retires to it´s cave,
to sleep there most of the day.

A thought still haunts my head on theese
dark gray days,a question that seems-
Of what does the Beast dream?

O Pray! What dreams swirls around in it´s head!
Of the spider making it´s web?Of foxes that are dead?

Of sunny days or starry nights,
of magpies big as kites?

Dreams that are not for You and Me
but only for thee-
O horrid Beast! Theese dreams are for you alone to feast!

Suddently a gentle stirr,
a movement of the whiskers-a tremble of the fur.
It looks at me eyes half closed,smiling,most content.
Yawns,and is back to dreamland sent.

The Sixteenth Day of May in the Year of our Lord 2010
15:20

´T is a peculiar thing,
when the birds in May starts to sing.
The Beast who keeps my heart locked
in constant fear-
on a new enemy his anger starts to bear.

Yes,It begins a behaviour so unheard of before-
it turns it´s anger at the front door.
A Door that never mattered before.

It pleads with the Door "Please let me Out"-
The Door silent and stout.

It bangs on the Door with all of it´s might-
It is not a fair fight.

It leaps at the Door,claws sliceing the air-
The Door deaf and unfair.

It purrs and gently caresses the Door,
"If you let me Out I will love you for evermore"-
The Door as unwielding as before.

Like a spurned Lover it hisses and bite-
The Door still shut tight.

It screams and howls with all of it´s might-
The Door cold and dark as night.

So t´is a peculiar thing,
when the birds in May starts to sing.
The Beasts attention turns to the Door-
A Door that never seemed to matter before...............

The twenty-second Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2010
23:52

´T was a night in April fair,that I was in for a terrible scare,
Yes the bells of April were drawing midnight near-
when I met my fear.

During the light sunny hours
of that day,when fear seemed so far away.
I in the laundryroom was cleaning and scrubbing
my clothes-
to later put them in neatly folds.

Clothes that had been washed
and thoroughly rinsed under
the faucet,were now to be laid to rest in
the closet.

But when I opened the closet door-
I was to encounter something never seen
before...........

A beast that had been sleeping snuggly
under a sweater-
was now at it´s tether.

It´s eyes two torches of blazing light-
It´s teeth glistening in the moonlight.
Blaming me for disturbing it´s sleep-
coming right at me,
I feel screaming into a heap.

On that night in April fair-
my clean clothes scattered in the air.
A thought in my head did dwell as I fell-
Yes, a thought thru my head did tear,
"How the hell did he get in there?!"

As I lay on the cold hard floor,the Beast sitting
on my chest,it snickered at me
and then went to find
another place to rest.

I got up from the floor,
heart pounding in chest,and nerves in a
fright,I went to bed
eight minutes to midnight.

On that night in April fair,the smell of
clean clothes wafting thru the air.

The Twentieth Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2010
05:30


I woke to the screeching,O that terrible sound.
That chilled my bones and made my blood run cold.

To stay in the comforting fold of my bed?
I wished that images of happiness would once again come back into my head.

But the Beast would not relent,on and on it went.
Such howling,such fury can not be from heaven sent!

To get up to see the reason for the sound?
That unearthly song that had made my blood run cold
and the covers over my head hold.
I trembled with fear as I thought of the reason of that song
and on the Beast to who it would belong.

Yellow eyes and a tail to go along,it was sitting on the floor
humming drumming it´s terrible song-
beckoning me to sing along.

"No such Horror I can not abide"
I thought as I turned on my side.
If the Beast goes wanting it may stop it´s haunting.
It will slip into the shadow from once it came
never to bother me again.

Lo and behold! The Beast did just that.It scurried away from
where it just sat.Taking with it it´s yellow bright eyes tail
and horrible song........

.........as morning crept along