It crawls through the night of the great
Forest
floor hiding its colors
So
none can reveal,
Blending
its shade in the
Evergreen
folds 'til the shadows
Conceal
every cavernous crease.
Veiled
as it is in its labyrinth
Secrecy,
void of all consciousness
Eager
to steal
Every
fiber of decency left to
The
mortal soul, filling its fable,
Becoming
the beast.
I
follow down to the pitch
Of
its battlefield, eager to
Conquer
your favor to win.
Knowing
that victory helps to
Secure
a seat at your table,
A
taste of your feast.
The
battle unending is worth
All
its suffering knowing
The
bounty which waits at its pause,
And
I struggle freely with
You
as my treasure. Gladly lamenting
To
take on the beast.
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