Beautiful

They said you never can

Call a man

By the name of

Beautiful,

So when I did,

They threw a fit,

And then called me

Disgraceful,

But you hold the sky

In just one eye,

And I find that

Incredible,

So screw what they say,

You’re beautiful in every way,

Even if its not

Conventional

Beast

I can only meet you in the night,

The darkness hides my flaws,

It cloaks the contours of my grisly face,

And masks these teeth and claws,

When you can’t see my wicked looks,

My words you just might hear,

When your sense of sight is stolen,

My appearance you cannot fear,

I might woo you with the tales I string,

I’m told my voice is like a song,

I could win your heart with my speech alone,

If I can get you to sing along,

But should daylight come when I’m still with you,

My hope will die in the light,

For you are a rose that grows with the sun,

And I’m better kept out of sight

Empty Dock

Along a dark and shadowy dock,

A lone, decrepit figure paces and stalks, 

Yet despite the thickness of his cloak,

One could see the ocean water through his robe,

His muddy feet left no black marks,

And passerby took no notice of where he walked,

But I saw him clear and I saw him true

As one of the departed few

Who had not yet realized that it was time

To say goodbye and leave this life,

I approached and said, “Don’t you know?

Aren’t you aware it’s time to go?”

The spectre’s eyes widened in surprise,

It let out a an empty, airless sigh,

“The time has come to get ahead,

Sir, don’t you know that you are dead?”

Lightning flashed as he disappeared,

The wind howled, then died, the atmosphere

condensed with clouds, then all was still,

And the water rocked against the pier