How to Calm the Beast (Poem)

It begins with a trap,

Lure him into a room,

Fool him into staying,

And pull out your mighty weapon.

Get ready to strike,

It will not take long.

His head is yours to take,

And his heart yours to harvest.

He is reckless,

Uncertain what to do,

And then you strike,

And he drops.

Every note is well-received,

How is it

That you play such a soothing song,

When a beast sits before you?

They call you muse,

Tamer of chaos,

Saviour of the lost,

And hero of the heart.

The beast bows to you,

Like a lion raised with a little girl,

Powerful,

But with a calm resolution.

The bestial wrath gets lost,

Amongst the notes you play,

You don't even have to sing,

To tame its heart.

To this who wish to tame the beast,

Enchant him with your very presence.

-Zero