The Beast Within

• Daesjah Lewis, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

A small blast awakens the beast,
so off it went to search it's feast,
hoping it doesn't sense im here,
or even my feeling of fear.
It wanders past with great relief,
and walks on past to cause it's grief,
scared that it will turn again,
to come defend it's wealthy den.
But the treasure that's rightfully mine,
clear in sight must be a sign,
I sneak on through it's passage ways,
but then there's a screech of burning rage.
I want to battle that's what I choose,
and I know it has to lose,
I weild my sword and pull out my sheild,
and there it stands upon the field.
Will I win,
or will I lose,
that's a question,
for fate to choose