The Beast

(Glosa verse by Haddas Asfaw)

That drains the blood of suffering men;

Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

Emily Bront

Inside my soul, there is a beast

That drains the blood of suffering men;

When he desires to have a feast,

He lurks out of its den.

He is a savage beast, he devours life

Drinks tears, instead of dew:

He sees all of your pain and strife

And next, it might be you

I pray to any god above

Let me sleep through his binding reign,

That you will only prevail, my love

And kill that searing pain

Ill fall asleep with you, my love

And only wake with you!

But only when that demon rests

And wants to drink the dew.

References

Bront, Emily. "Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun." The Longman Anthology of
Poetry. By Lynne McMahon and Averill Curdy. New York: Pearson/Longman, 2006. N.
pag. Print.