[ CW ] Write a poem in which a character has a secret to reveal .

The fog mocks us like a fool. 
 
 Regret has a more foul stench than death, 
 
 and what ’ s left, 
 
 Is a creature inside me slowly coming to the surface. 
 
 This monster that lurks deep within, 
 
 has most certainly been, 
 
 cumbersome to hide for all these years. 
 
 
 
 
 Not even the frost-kissed winds, 
 
 Could distract from what I need to do. 
 
 There can ’ t be two, 
 
 within this decaying frame meant to house but one. 
 
 And in the cover of night, there will be an end, 
 
 for this unholy, demonic blend, 
 
 That others could never appreciate. 
 
 
 
 
 The moon will keep our secret, 
 
 Of the atrocious act that will occur. 
 
 To be sure, 
 
 we both know it could only end this way. 
 
 Society would cast us out, 
 
 without a doubt, 
 
 if they discovered what a monster we really are. 
 
 
 
 
 I will miss our time together, 
 
 In the darkest corners of my mind. 
 
 Oh, how sublime, 
 
 to think of all that we ’ ve been up to. 
 
 And though we now must leave, 
 
 I do believe, 
 
 There is true beauty, that is, our beast. 
 
 
 
 
 I will bury you between two trees. 
 
 I will bury you with me.
