I have looked into the eyes of the monster in the middle of the maze
and known that I am he,
been consumed by the ravening rage,
the hate and pain,
oh the endless hunger,
and given in,
known that I was,
and already was,
I have watched a life controlled by him,
by the shadow inside,
by the will of the wolf that counts other lives as prey,
and himself as more important than all.
Watched it spiral,
up and down in a flurry of self destruction
only perceived as strength
when one is strong enough to destroy
And thus I reached the point where I died,
or finally believed that I was already dead,
and became new.
I would not go back there,
whether to the honest evil,
or the fakery and banality of civilization,
for all the gold in the sea,
or all the flesh on the land.
I know now that neither could ever satisfy me,
though I might be deceived to think so again,
as I am certainly that weak,
save that one stands as my strength,
and leads me to better lands,
where the hunger at the heart of man,
matched by no animal you might mention,
will be satisfied forever by His hand.
(This poem written as a response to Beast, by Rajkiran91. Find it here: https://wordpress.com/read/post/id/43500545/1263)