You ooze with out a sense of loathing and contempt,
when you walk there's a sense of a predator,
someone to be weary of,
something to fear.
but only because you have
perceived the capability to harm things.
Things that people want to hide,
to store away and not let the light of harm touch.
And Yet
And Yet..
You are the fire that rages,
People wish to dance with you,
and yet they will pull things from your depths.
Fear of being scorched and left to smolder in
a pit,
blackened,
and alone makes everyone fear diving into the depth of your flames.
And Yet
And Yet..
you are like a trained beast,
something that one wants to believe is well and good,
yet people fear and desire
a parent does not want their young to wander near a wolf,
no!
Not even one tamed and bound by chains
And Yet
And Yet..
The child once wanting to wander,
needs to feel that peril,
want to tame it because it is something taught to fear.
To go in search of such fear,
Search into the night to find such a beast of their own
something to bring fixation and doubt.
You froth at the mouth,
yet I would risk reaching out my hand to touch your teeth.
