Short Stories ( random )

The Beast Within

The beast within

The beast within

He stands up tall against the beast, the smell of blood travels through his veins.
One big push, someone's life will end in blood stains.
The stronger one will survive, in this case, strength over powers brains.
He falls under the beast, but his endurance, keeps him going and he is sustained.
The beast moves on over the side, all he hears are the dangling sounds of the chains.
The beast moans, as he twists him for a ride.
Both of them know, that there is no where to go.

The beasts' claws are long and craving, craving for his blood and soul.
Might the rough jabs spill and wound.
But can't avert his sight from goal.
Now, in that puddle of blood he lies, eyes blurred, from pain he cries.
He looks up at the heaven's and see his life.
He see's his girl, his boy, and his wife.

God asks him one question, " why shall you survive?"
He swallows down the last of his tears, he says in pain, " I shall live because my family needs me to be strong and alive."
The thunder roars, the lightnings clash, down pours the rain.
All of a sudden the beast falls to the ground.
The man shouts with glee, he was happy that god set him free.
The beast was lying there with almost no pulse, the man, now was not his feast.

They fought, and he won the battle, this wild animal was put to sleep.
As he said his goodbyes, he made a promise to keep.
Nobody, fights the odds and comes out looking this fine.
He got back up, and raised his sword, he says, " The beast is not getting away this time."
He dug a hole, lifted his glass, and sipped his glass of wine.
Through the body of the beast, inside a hole, with such expression, he raised his hand, " I am now in control."

Through the years, his name found sheen.
The man who won' but, where has he been?
Some say he was called to heaven for his deeds,
Some say he moved to where horizon meets.
The man had lived his life and died.
The ride back home-his last ride.
For he had realized that glory meant less.
His love for family, to god he had confessed.

And so with his family he lives and dies, on a lone hill, his grave now lies.
All you hear in your dreams, is the sounds of his cries.
As you leave the cemetary, a faded image waves goodbye.
Now you travel all alone, so much torture in your broken soul.
Voices follow you to your home.
Never look back at what you saw, Oh dear lord, you've lost control.

Many have travelled and have not come this far.
The beast within is not who you think you are.
Who ever knew what you used to be, would know that your strong and brave and true.
The ones who never knew you, would look at death and say that is you.
You fought so hard, you fought so strong.
Who ever thought that you were a beast, they must look deep within.
You are the power that does belong.
you are the beast that always wins.
Your the real beast within.