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Nature of the Beast
The beast bites the hand
taught to feed and stroke its mane
the wild creed and lash
can't be tamed chained nor retrained
hunger defeats any pause
each person harbors
a beast that they dare not rouse
that prowls through their dreams
for denial whets their fangs
and strokes more intense hunger
I know all its words
I share its profound dark breaths
I walk where it stalks
know that its way is ruin
but the beast is my shadow
I forged my own beast
as a dark-born reflection
a natural kin
to unmask the buried truth
I learn in no other way
we meet by its fire
to combine our restless breaths
feel our pulses match
trade discord for true accord
and turn our truce into peace
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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