The Hero
I can hunt,
If i need to.
I can kill,
If i had to.
I can destroy,
Completely.
I keep my monster in the cave,
Barely.
Lurking behind kind eyes,
I can feel him licking his lips.
I call him “CRAVE”.
His need is like deep water through a narrow gorge.
Tremendosity.
What CRAVE wants is to be let off the chain.
CRAVE wants to wild and eat.
Everything is food to him
And he is unashamed
And will stand toe to toe until dead or victorious.
The age old CRAVE, blood and entrails and souls and bodies,
Nothing stands in his way.
Except for me.
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