The Titan

 

What a silly creature: 

  A half breed born of Love & Hate. 

 A tormented fragmentation of two minds 

   Warring in one body. 

 He was a Titan enslaved. 

  A glorious manifest of God born- riddled in the undertow of societal ostracization.  Gobbled up 

  by the Great Beast Within, 

  Winning over him 

and stomping o'er the Heart within him 

  So that it's sight would be forever hampered 

By the depravity in spirit met 

  In the deepest abyss' of Hell. 

Lured, 

 As far away from innocence, 

His beating, pumping electricity 

  Dunked and steeped 

In a poison of brew. 

  I tried to save him once. Caught his sad eyes to my gaze, angry and beaten of the world- seeing only enemies. 

  So...

In a temple I prayed. 

  Uncertain still....

If it did any good...

  for under the deepest spell, he stood-

Heart arching of storm clouds ever thundering that region. 

  Secretly, 

I would creep into the barn he slept...

For it stood wide enough to house him. And I would lay upon his backside, near his lower back and tail.  I would cover myself and sleep, 

      Next to him there. 

    Sometimes he gone, before my eyes found dawn's arisal. 

  I did this sometimes often, 

  and I noticed a softness in the days proceeding. 

  Sun. 

An occasional smile 

  On this titans face. 

  It was the only way I knew how to reach 

  The soul who's eyes 

     strayed into mine.