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{{creative-work | title = Beast's Mighty Maw | type = poetry | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of [[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]] | date = 2007-01-13}}

I traveled down a canal on a boat made of roots from the bone of its maw.<br> 
And as I watched, pain coursed through me as though I was slammed by its mighty paw.<br> 
Now I sit in purple clouds filled with endless blue skies,<br>
And wonder if I'll make it to the land where the hero dies.<br>

I was not always this way, filled with this pain that makes me burn.<br>
Once I was cradled in the embrace of the one for which I yearn.<br>
Wrapped in cinnamon orbs of love’s greatest desire,<br>
I was bathed in passion that surpassed the Daemon’s fire,<br>
And brought before the mighty beast of malcontent,<br>
Only to have him quell, shaken now broken and bent.<br>

One look unto us, bathed in worship, and his spirit fled from him,<br>
Knowing that he held nothing over the solidity of our whim.<br>
For whim it was not, but the unblemished purity of hearts true treasure.<br>
There was nothing, when hand in hand; the beast could do to saturate our pleasure.<br>
And that in its self was the gift, the pure gem, which would tear us sunder,<br>
Distance was his weapon, and it would destroy us! Be our blunder!<br>

My heart’s rhythm beats slower and slower, its love left without the flower.<br>
Each day that passes I pray will not make my One, my Only, slowly turn sour.<br>
And yet, still I quell and shake, the fever does rake and take.<br>
Will you allow the beast to destroy what our hearts would make?<br>

Say nay, My Lover, that I might rise again and blossom in your grace.<br>
Say yeah, that I will know the look of glory and love within your face!<br>
If I can endure the great volcanic tides of hatred’s burning, churning waters,<br> 
If I can know that you are waiting on the distance shore of the beast’s great daughters,<br>
Then he has not won, this beast of man’s token affection and deprived selection.<br>
Then he has not seen the purity of what our hearts desire and its warm perfection.<br>

I will rest low within the root that once lay within the beast’s mighty maw,<br>
I will push off the final press of its heavily clawed and muscular paw.<br>
If only to know that you wait too and do not let these things that are his tools.<br>
Taint you, twist you and take what was once ours and turn it into his rules.<br>

Jealousy, hate, fear and loathing are what he craves you to desire,<br>
Because in their embrace, in their power, he will kill our coveted fire!<br>
Under purple skies I wait as Ebon’s gates rise before me, but step to it I will not.<br>
I will not rise to enter her gate! Even shattered and torn by the beast I still will plot.<br>

By your side is where the hero dies, old and gray she will fall into her final slumber.<br>
I am she who yearns for that day, when my soft sleep is no longer a simple number.<br>
Plot ye too! For by this beast our love will not be governed nor ruled.<br>
And in the final cycle it is our love that will have the beast fooled.<br>

He will fall as we rise into the pure bliss of heart’s final embrace,<br>
And like the Phoenix we will rise in the fires of love’s truest grace.<br>
Remember these words, my lover and my friend. Remember their sum.<br>
For as my pen falls from cramped fingers long ago left to grow numb,<br> 
That these are my words only for you, my final truest gift.<br>
Hold close to your heart while packed in your cavernous rift.<br>

My lips parted at your ear, when last you were by my side,<br>
And their truth I imparted my soul, with nothing left to hide.<br> 
One saying, one adage, which cannot be burned by the beast’s hatred filled fuel!<br>
The one phrase, my dearest, blessed beloved in my heart and soul I burn for you.<br>
Yearn for the day when lips part and from them these words once more flew.<br>
Simply enough, and with passion so great it burns, I can say-<br>

“I love you.”<br>