Darkness falls on this gloomy place
I have run so hard, will loose this race!?
The path is hidden and can’t be seen
I keep my arrows sharp and my mind keen
I run not stopping as I climb the hill
It’s the great beast of old that I long to kill
I strive to see inside his lair
He doesn’t know, and wouldn’t care
At last I see the terrible beast
As a poor young child he makes his feast
I knock my arrow and I draw my bow
To slay the beast that lies bellow
I wait until the shot is clear
For if I miss he will know I am near
My golden arrow proudly gleams
Then I notice something and my soul screams
The beast which I have hated long
Has shown me what is really wrong
His face looks just like my own
I see my pride is his glorious thrown
What to kill a piece of me!?
This is a pain I did not see
My arm begins to quiver and shake
As my heart is also sure to break
I hold my bow and churn within
How did this horrible tale begin!?
With love for me and hate for others
I knew all men should be my brothers
The beast is me I scream to God
And then in my heart I feel a prod
I slip the bow string from my finger
From such a bow arrows will not linger
Down flies the arrow straight through his neck
He starts to fall as I begin my trek
Away I want so bad to run
But God’s still word I can not shun
To take my axe and sever his head
For I too know we must be sure he is dead
For if allowed to live anymore
His victims will be many for sure
I now leave where the body lies
I feel no shame and I hear no cries
For the beast is gone and will kill no longer
And the love of God in my heart is stronger
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