Palpitations of a Beast

Fulcrum of horror with immoral terror Vernacular term would pertain in gain Ignoble Christ, Unworthy stratagem Maneuver such invalid promises in vain Dismal in complete woeful securities Plummeting to a comfortable gloom Draped in the sharpest darkest fabric Leaving no room to presume a tomb Hanging nooseless, feet sway on their own The extent of noble attempts kept under Shadowed days can energize despondency Mocking the owl in a howl of thunder It responds Nocturnally in tones of melancholy Palpitations of a beast, irregular beats Erected alone against the wind in shiver Flesh so fragile, dancing like sheets Against each other, flutter and quiver