Diamond In The Rough

The whole land,
Surrendered to shadows,
From the east,
But I’ll talk myself,
From submission,
In the path of the beast.
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The shine from the glare,
Of his omniscient eyes,
The crawlers watch from down below,
As they shudder with fright.
The complexion of his ivory skin,
No smile with teeth to bare,
He might not make any sound,
But we know we’re not needed there.

Wherever he walks he leaves a trail of mystery,
It just whispers to seduce, it wants to be uncovered,
He stands tall like a haunted soul lifeless from history,
But the vibe of vulnerability is not a good one to discover.

The bottom of the food-chain,
Getting scarce and rotting tough,
It might be too much to ask for,
If you’re the diamond in the rough.

Permanent scars, piercing steel,
Would make anyone look away,
No emotion, no regrets,
Nothing more to pay,
I stood wearily in the opposing path,
Something that’s never been done,
He gazed down at me with beady eyes,
As his silhouette eclipsed the sun.
My vanished sense of courage,
Diminished with my train of thought,
Unknowably, I gave him a smile,
Trying to find something in him I sought,

The crawlers were ready,
To take me in for dead,
But the slender shadow changed his pose,
And tilted down his head,
I was sure,
These breaths are the last I’d hold in,
But his eyes then looked not as harmful,
As he started to grin,
Gums and enamel,
Uncovered from the shade,
Something we’d never thought we’d see,
In all our existing days,
But all of this,
Was sadly so brief,
He dropped his face down again,
And wilted like a leaf,
But his posture was still strong,
Still intimidating my nerves,
He continued walking on,
To places to dark for any words.
But it was a rarity,
Of the experience I had that dusk,
We all glared at him with curious stares,
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As if he really was the diamond in the rough.