The Four Seasons of the Beast

It has reached us, for quite some time now,
enchanting us with snow's pure ebriety
and it will stay with us for many days
overmastering half of our thought.
It walks on unripe paths and in our weakness to change
it lingers.
A beast that dwells in the first season,
on cold rabid nights,
prancing on our roofs;
it looks at the thirsty moon,
terror slithers from its leaky cheeks,
with yellow eyes, gruff face and steely teeth,
hard on the heels of everybody.
It will gash their rosy skin and it will dye snow with red, what a nice
color scheme !
Shit, first season takes the beast away as it ends,
goodbye white killer?

High-sounding expletives
cross over silence's dirge,
everybody mourns for its departure.

A new beast is on its way emerging
from the azure sky, from the yellowish shade of flowers?
it howls full of unredeemed lust for love
and wears deathly perfumes...
A remnant of an atomic explosion, an abnormity of nuclear winter,
six-eyed, three-heads, infantile mind, lacking, idle,
it also leaves peevishly?

Vertical fall in the third season,
romantic sunsets and sleeping at the beach;
it bobs up from the sea with its sooty skin,
it rips the gray sky?
"your sweaty breaths smell nastily up there" it says,
and conspues those that tried to tame the elements,
the waves of some shitty seaside?
You have survived from pestilences love-affairs and frauds,
you hold firmly your unreal oblations.
The beast wore its black hieratic cloth,
empties the collection plates ejaculates venom?
yes, it's time for the Rain to wash our orgasms
in front of telly's blank screen;
the autumnal leaves strike the hour of another departure?

Stone-cold hearts, boundaries fiercely closed,
nobody can travel anymore to countries of equator..
the fourth beast delays its coming.
But it will come, on proper time,
fortunately its ship didn't sink from
the overloading of raw death?
The heavy odour of its cargo daunts me?

Let me cry.