Ripping and gnawing at my hem
That bothersome beast leaves me haggard
Its consistent intent to drag me downward
Has me wondering if standing does any good
Why must it countinually hound me?
Wailing with its high shrill whine
throughout the day and night
infringing on my world and my life?
Doesn't this vile monster
have anyplace else to go?
Doesn't it have its own hopes and dreams?
Or is simply a parasite that has set
its gory sights on me and mine?
Rearing its ugly eyes
Baring its fangs
I can see my past in its throat
The ugly maw stretching to clamp down
on my legs
So far I have moved swiftly enough
that it has caught only fabric
But I tire of this dance
It is time for it to move on
To take human form
Find humane eyes and
a life of its own
My life can not sustain it
Nor the lives of my children
That much is clear
Yet I find myself adverse to the pain
and the collateral damage that
need be inflicted to force this behavioral
change upon my unwanted beastial visitor
How than to deflect its attention/intentions?
Did Beowulf wonder this when dealing with Grendel?
What alignment of moon and stars will map the
path that frees me from these terrible clutches
without requiring blood sacrifice?
Even of this enemy I would spare if I knew how?
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