True Form

A concept I've toyed with for a very long time - for as long as I can remember.

Claws sharper than blades of obsidian,
Tear at walls, sinking deep within.
Prison forged from flesh and bone,
Built to trap the Beast alone.

Born of shadow, born of flame,
A creature loved yet feared the same.
Once embraced, once set free
Your monstrous half, your dark decree.

There was a time you let him roam,
Giving in to hunger's tome.
United souls, entwined in lust,
Craving chaos, blood, and dust.

You once were one, you and this Beast,
Feasting wildly, pain your feast.
Nothing barred your reckless way
Destruction followed night and day.

Yet now you cage what you adore,
In darkness chained, his roars ignored.
Why lock him deep, alone, unseen
In shadows lost, forgotten dreams?

His thunderous growls you now deny,
Fangs pierce your skin, you won't comply.
But magnetised, you crave the flood
Helpless beneath him tasting your blood.

You fear his lure, his mangled form
Scarred and torn from countless storms.
Tattered wings, his growls proclaim,
Coal-black eyes whisper your name.

Was it love that bound him tight?
Shackled him, withheld his light?
Discarding all you'd built in rage,
Abandoned now within his cage.

Tell yourself sweet angel lies,
Smile softly, gentle guise.
Act the part, pure and good,
Hiding truths misunderstood.

Yet deep within, you feel this Monster rise,
Chains shattered beneath darkened skies.
He’ll reclaim you, forever one
Fated bond, it can't be undone.

No bars, no bonds, no distant shore,
Can keep him from whom he's destined for.
He comes for you, you’ve always known
You are his, and his alone.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking a walk with me down this forgotten path, visiting my monster with me and choosing to stay

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

This poem hits hard. There's something primal about the way you've written the Beast, like it's not just a metaphor but something that actually lives and breathes in the shadows. The obsidian claws, the blood, the magnetic pull - it all feels visceral and real.
I love how messy the relationship is. It's not clean good-versus-evil stuff. you miss the Beast, crave it even while trying to lock it away. That line about being "magnetised" and "helpless beneath him tasting your blood" - there's this twisted intimacy there that's both disturbing and compelling.
The whole thing reads like someone wrestling with parts of themselves they can't quite kill off, no matter how hard they try to play the "sweet angel." And maybe they don't really want to. That inevitability at the end feels less like doom and more like... acceptance? Or surrender?
Your imagery throughout is just brutal and beautiful. Coal-black eyes, tattered wings, thunderous growls - it paints this creature that's both magnificent and terrifying. Makes me think about what we lose when we cage the wild parts of ourselves, even the dangerous ones.