The Beast and its peace

Content on his perch
All alone and out of sight.
Staring up to the sky
Watching the clouds as
They briskly drift by.
Deep dark blue skies
With dozens of twinkling
Little stars burning through
His hardened exterior.
Then suddenly his focus
Is diverted, as if in
A trance that can't be broken.
There up high
It sits shining brighter
Than three suns and full
Of majestic wonder. It's
Essence along binds the
Beast in his bones.
He glares up and let's out
A blood curdling howl..
The tone of the howl
Isn't fierce nor to loud,
But it reflects his pain
That he never lets out.

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