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Posted December 14, 1997 by Tim Wells in Poetry
 
 

The Beast – A Poem


Clad in armor of Hope
a blade of Faith in his grip
the Knight strides forth to face the Beast
confident he won’t slip
The Beast towers above him
thirsting for blood
fear creeps over the Knight
pulling him into the mud
The Knight begins to doubt
giving in to self-planted seeds
the Beast sees opportunity
he strikes and the Knight bleeds
His life slipping away
the Knight falls to one knee
an evil light in his eyes
the Beast chuckles with glee
But as the Beast prepares
to land the death blow
the Knight digs deep within
and allows Hope to grow
Through the Knights tattered armor
burst glowing wings of gold
a fire burns in his eyes
the Beast’s heart grows suddenly cold
With renewed strength and vigor
on angels’ wings the Knight flies
the Beast takes a step back
fear replacing the light in his eyes
The Knight’s sword of Faith strikes true
the Beast is slain
but this is only the beginning
more Beasts remain.

~ TW ~
12/14/97


Tim Wells

 
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