The Beast

He drew his dagger from his sheath, a hidden courage that laid beneath. 
He clenched his weapon and struck its heart, trying to undo what was done from the start.

It snarled its teeth and curled its tongue, aha look at him now, he thinks he's won, my unfortunate friend, "this battle has just begun."

He looked into its eyes like never before, knowing he wasn't in control, not anymore.

 

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