prince richard the pure hearted's blog: "poems"

A mellow and melancholy shell,

Am I friend or foe,

Am I protector or destroyer,

Am I good or evil,

I don’t know.

Full of love and compassion,

I am strong.

Full of rage and hate,

I become stronger.

In a cage my spirit waits

Feeding and growing,

My heart and eyes hold the key that will release,

A raging merciful beast,

When the time is right.

The beastly spirit takes control

When a threat appears,

Then the bell will toll

And I become the bigger threat.

Women and children must not be harmed,

Or men who harm the precious will need an alarm.

My confined spirit awaits in time,

Time for release.

With passion, love, hate, and rage,

All threat will seem lifeless like a dead sage,

After my spirit’s wrath turns the page.

A spirit in a cage

Rests to protect,

Feeds on emotion,

Grows on rage.

With this beast within

I will be done in,

Others will be short of a protector,

I wouldn’t be whole.

Without the cage and key

I have no control,