The Prince, the Fool, and the Monster

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"Burning Midnight Wanderings"

Chapter 3 (v.1) - Burning Midnight Wanderings

Submitted: March 17, 2013

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Submitted: March 17, 2013



This disgusting thing that haunts me,
I found it as it found me
In secret midnight wanderings.
Freedom from it might be sweet;
Even so I savor slavery.


To crave, to feast—


At night I slip out and go find it which I seek,
Then—I stroke the firey claws of the beast,
Stoke it into ecstasy;
Higher burn the flames, consume me;
Pounding blood fogs everything;


Over and over I let it feed.

To burn, to cease—


When I forego my wanderings,
This flaming beast comes haunting;
Round and round it chases me.
Never can I get free
So long as it's pursuing.


All might be avoided if I slept through the midnight wanderings.
But it ever lurks even if I sleep,
And besides I like my beast.
My vows to stay away are pathetically weak


And when I can't sleep, and wander in the least,
The creature's flaming claws come seek
My pathetic vows and burn them like wheat,
Like a field of wheat struck by lightning
In blazing summer heat.


I am bound always and forever in captivity;
Freedom from pursuit it's never allowing.
I have a prince who might save me,
But—I wish I was sure, but—I'm not sure that I want to be freed.
I never tell my prince; all the same he knows, and weeps
Every time I slip out into the inky midnight and go wandering——

Oh God—
oh God—
oh God help me.


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