Becoming the Beast
I once did wield
a sword of light
and a crested shield,
these I carried into fight
society's worst nightmare.
I gained, after long, the upper hand
a simple trade it were,
I gave the beast my beating heart
for the mind of the wily cur.
So well I knew it's every thought
and anticipated each attack,
it was like we were the same but fought
and soon he could not fight back.
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