Alpha

[shotknot]

A fair man
Melodies came from him, from his rather fair hands
Thick gleaming hair, brighter than the sun, yet greener than a thief’s
The youth with rather soft chests gawked at him,
stared rudely, with blushing skin
The trust and honesty that he expressed externally was incredulously false
“Bring thy children over,” he said with a wide eyed smile
His words he spoke; so soft, so undeniably masculine
“My boys, may you search for thine arrow that hides within a savage’s belt?”
Swiftly they run, clumsily they fall one by one amongst the pines,
amongst the rivers that stain red,
wash away young souls,
wash away,
far into wells,
men’s valued wells

“My, girls, so gorgeous you all are,
clean with potential,
though lacking in wit,
mine,
mine to hold,
mine to groom,
trust me my young beauties,
for I will squeeze syrup out of trees,
for I will make feelings into sound with a single tone,
with a single note,
all in one long chord,
your chimes grace my innards,
swoop them and tear them,
pain you cause me,
punishment may be needed,
a lesson may be required”
Too young to comprehend,
too naïve to distrust,
the hypnotism he practiced with his words,
threw the children,
the girls into an impressive wind
Some flew ever so high,
their curved limbs became frigid,
hard as stone and hot as the fiery wind
The elements they subsided on ripped them to parts,
Masked by the compliments,
the compliments of the Alpha,
the Alpha man
They did not feel the torture that was put upon them,
but it was their youth,
their stupidity that saved them from the misery that was being forced upon them

“The beauties that were mine,
could not handle my soul’s expressions,
the warmth it holds,
to rich for some,
my perception tells me that there is one worthy,
one that carries perfection,
one that holds an exceptional mind,
your soul,
a soul entwined with mine,
to truly feel me,
not yet physically,
but metaphysically,
my pleasure,
my pains,
all my agony,
you;
my fair,
soft,
frail,
seraph that must,
must feel ill,
come here,
closer to my spirit

Now I’m speaking physically,
time and age has no say,
I only have a say,
I say you are mine,
you are here to feel me burn,
burn you,
inside and out,
let me hear the sound of your weak feet drag towards me,
dare not to hide your trembles,
it’s only natural for me to see your vulnerability”
All those words twisted and floated through her,
for his largeness frightened the girl;
scared her into staying,
terrified her,
thus causing her to stay
The fair man,
the trusted man,
had her,
wiped her mind blank,
ripped her soul from her
out her organs came,
his touch scorched her skin,
her empty,
weak belly became full,
for her life was his,
his life was just a false thought,
his world was just a sick illusion,
but her world was none existent,
frail woman, strong girl;
now dead,
for his charm,
his lust took her,
his greed ate her,
and another being dropped out of her,
for she was stuck with a remembrance of his punishment
the alpha has won,
won her,
won the world,
with his brutality,
and his taking hand
Many of them,
many of the Alpha’s who rule,
who this world we live in love,
for they are the chosen ones,
for they are the ones to worship,
with their charming words,
and handsome smiles
This inequality glorified not only in old folk lore,
but in all of modern day life,
we shall never forget,
the “frail” shall be made to constantly remember,
and be reminded,
as our bodies are squeezed by their meaty paws

[newsclippings]

Some of these lines are awkward and foreign, most notably, this one: "their stupidity that saved them from the misery that was being forced upon them."

Try to refine and remove the excess. Trim the fat. Get rid of "the's" "for" "a" "with" "this" etc.
(it's what I try to do)

[shotknot]

Thank you for your criticism, all I keep in mind replacing the "the's" and etc.