The Beast

People love me from far away, and from far away I’m beautiful. Like the Earth from outer space, one could never imagine the bloodshed and filth that is a part of me; a truth beyond the exquisite white, blue and green marble that glistens in a black vaccuum. If I could just tell you, somehow, I’m doing my best to be a part of the Universe. My oceans are deep as the eyes of God, and filled with terrible monsters that guard the treasures of the soul. And like the Earth, I am alone in this black sea overwhelmed with the life that has been granted unto me. And like the Earth I should want to move toward the sun, that the light may consume my wretched being and return me from whence I came. And with my soiled surface, and the despair that bleeds from the sufferings of Man upon my soul; the glorious mistakes of chaos and the way she trips in patterns on my skin, I shall one day fall gracefully into the fire that has embraced me, and given me life despite all the death I’ve bred. I am a waif, stranded in Space and without Time, to be seen only by the sun. Should you take me by the hand you are not human, but an angel; for up close people hate me, and up close I am hideous as the Beast that guards the Jewel.