The Beast

May 29, 2012
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Alone and abandoned
That was my state
When I met the beast
Whose jaws could seal my fate

I met him in the valley
In the falls right by the stream
Fear brought my knife out
I stabbed it and it screamed

Staring at it coldly
I looked it in the eye
Innocence I saw there
And I asked myself why

I pulled out my knife in confusion
Asking myself how it could be
Then I had the realization
It had feelings just like me

I walked away ashamed
At the stubbornness of my mind
That the beast in fact was not the beast
That the beast in fact was I

I never saw the beast again
I hope he didn't die
For the beast taught me a lesson
There's more than meets the eye

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