The Creature

In the deepest, furthest corner of my mind, Lies a creature born of hate, a resentful side of my soul it may seem, As the days pass and my nights grow longer, Fear creeps into my veins, darkness grows stronger, Visions of a desolate forest, where light is held prisoner, No streams or animals, only a sense of what once lived, Unable to comprehend the maliciousness at play, I run for the creature approaches gleefully to slay, Tales i have heard of great men thrust into adversity, Men who fought their own damnation, Proud souls daring to rewrite history, In the edge of the forest , i stand in wait, The path has run its course, and the hour is late No weapons on hand , only a glimmer of hope, Remembering the tales of great men , i stand steadfast, The time to conquer the beast has come , salvation at last