Little by little, Step by step
I walk a lonely path
Faint smells, burnt grass,
Everything felt it's wrath.
Battles were many on this pass
Every one lost
Foes with swords and plates, brass
Only one I plan to accost
Ready is the beast,
Each step to the path crossed.
Destined to face him in the East
Eager I go,
At last! Beast unreleased!
Today I will win. This I know
Home in my mind, Courage, I find.
A/N: This poem is an acrostic poem. If you know, you know. Comment what you think.
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To Fight the Beast
PoetryThis poem is an acrostic, that means the first letter of every line makes a word or, in this case, a phrase. I hope you enjoy!! *Cover art is not mine*
