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The Beast (Part 2-The Battle)

The Battle There was a girl who had a Beast upon her tears he liked to feast. He made her mind a prison cell within his darkness she did dwell. Through the years she tried to flee but an escape she couldn't see. In blackness, thicker than the night she prayed to find a guiding light. When her darkest hour came she prayed to finally end this game then through the tears that marred her sight she saw a candle burning bright. Armed with her words and shield of prayers she found the Beast among her fears and with a battle cry of yore she told the Beast, "That's it, no more." "You've taunted me for my whole life filled me with your pain and strife. You stabbed my heart and clawed my mind and with your darkness made me blind." "You've tried to kill the dreams I dreamed you broke my will, or so it seemed. Now let me go, just let me be your reign is over, SET ME FREE!" With seething anger in his eyes the Beast answered her battle cries. His evil laugh dripped with disdain for this, he'd break her with his pain. He started spewing his retort but all at once he was cut short for in her hand a sword appeared forged with her pain and all she feared. It was her moment of reprise and looking deep into his eyes she stabbed the Beast with all her might then witnessed an amazing sight. You see, the Beast was very large and he had always been in charge but now, to both of their surprise the Beast began to shrink in size. He tried to scare her with his rage as she put him in a cage. She bound it well and locked it tight and keeps him always in her sight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/20/2014 5:02:00 AM
that is written very good so long and interesting all the way down, enjoyed it thanks:
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Date: 9/15/2014 9:02:00 PM
I agree with James.I really enjoyed Your write..Your unique talent not only made Me find this very intriguing.It was captivating to the very end even though I thought it was lengthily..That means it is a compliment because lengthily thought never captivate Me for any audience.Nice,nice work.Keep on writing.Thank You for sharing this with Me...Most appreciated.
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Date: 9/19/2009 1:35:00 PM
An awesome part 2 Robin, Wow - thank you for sharing this wonderful write>>James
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Date: 1/15/2009 5:40:00 AM
I loved the first write on the beast, bu this second piece sticks in my mind even more. I think the image of the little girl makes part two very effective for me. I could see her and this massive metaphor that eventually becomes nothing to her the more she grows in statue. Wonderful my friend...digging your writes.
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Date: 12/11/2008 1:44:00 AM
I guess we allhave a beast keeping us down and from reaching our dreams. I know I have mine and I battle from time to time. Grat Concept.
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Date: 12/7/2008 6:43:00 AM
i like the line 'forged with her pain and all she feared' :). this is amazing like always. and thank you for the comment on my poem. justin is okay, but still in the hospital. i hope you are well ~Love Sammy~
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Date: 12/7/2008 5:34:00 AM
Bravo to you! A sad story with a happy ending well told! Good riddance to the bad and on with the good. Stay strong and live free. Happiness and blessings your way. Love, Shar
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Date: 12/7/2008 2:51:00 AM
Dear Robin, A witty ditty on a serious matter. Wll done! Loved this poem.
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Date: 12/6/2008 5:40:00 PM
Good for you Robin. I hope that beast was put in his place, and leaves you forever alone! I hope this was not a true to life poem, yet I'm fearful you had some bad experiences along the way. God Bless! Keep strong! Carrie
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Date: 12/6/2008 5:30:00 PM
From your darker days I suspect... like the bully in the playground; once you confront him he loses his power over you... well done Robin! Love, Keith
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