Beast

Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life, shaken with fright without a single soul to help me through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, from an evil source that I fear to strike. But as the evil forces, who limited my choices that when I found my stallion horses. Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. Tired of running and tired of alluding this relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end. by Keith Kadell