One Cried For the Beast

She sat knitting her way through the day

The old lady in a town far away

All the while thinking, of moments past

A long dark shadow it cast

“Oh, the good days when you were here” she whispers

Now alone in a home broken

She wept for her guardian angel,

Everyday from dawn to dusk

She leans her head back

And the rocking chair creaks

She remembered,

She was not senile like all believed

Oh his grace as he ran through her fields

His dark eyes

His forgiving ways

All the old woman had to do was put food in his plate

Then the dark days came

The air was thick

The sky was black

But he stood by her side brave

As men unknown, with their pitchforks held high

And torches lit, came bringing with them their rage

He was afraid, the Old womans guardian angel

But he shivered not

For no matter what fate had for all that day

He stood baring teeth and claw

Willing to die to protect his loved master

He saw red

Then the battle began

Man and beast, blinded by rage and love

“Alas had I been stronger” she whispers

But he asked not of it

He never asked anything of her

His loyalty never stray

In all days they had together

He questioned not anything

He was injured, his eyes showed pain

But he made no sound

His will, to protect his beloved master

Stronger than ever

As the wild men approached the tame beast

With pitchforks and torches held high

He but bellowed a howl

To the full moon glowing red in the sky

“Alas had I been courageous” she whispers

But he asked not of it

He ran ahead, knowing the odds

He feared not his fate

“Off with his head” the wild men yelled

“Please, he was protecting me” said the woman, not so old then

But they paid no heed

To them He was a beast

Oh and the Angel fought

He braved on, the wild men began to fear

He had not a weapon, he had not a gift

He had only his spirit and his will

The woman tried but failed to make a sound

As her guardian took down half the wild men

Her love for him grew stronger every moment

“Alas, If only I could save him” she whispers

But he asked not for it

He went forth breaking the spirit of the wild men

Injured, though he was, bleeding

He refused to back away

Oh and he fought,

His will to protect his beloved master ever so strong

But he grew weary

For he was not as young as he used to be

A coward among the wild men

Raised his dagger from behind

And stabbed the Angel

The Angel’s eyes wide, realizing his fate

The woman wept and wept tears of blood

The Angle limped back to his beloved master

In his final breath, all he wished for

Was her warmth

He lay spread on all fours in front of her

She, unable to move, just stared from above

He asked not for anything

His eyes, in his final moments, bright and loving

The woman found herself

She knelt before him and stroke his head

The Angels eyes slowly shut

Calm he seemed

The old woman fell into deep slumber

The valiant sacrifice of her beloved Angel

To this day unforgotten and grateful

She remain to her dear Wolf

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