The Beast
He struggles he fights, wrestles the beast
Trying to keep it from its feast
His weapons many, his courage strong
Some battles short, some battles long
He comes screaming on his steed so bright
He enters where others flee in fright
An immortal battle from time untold
He’ll fight and strive, so brave and so bold
At the end of the day his bones so weary
Still he will fight when called, no worry
No recompense does he desire, no reward required
Just a feeling of joy when the beast finally is retired
Trying to keep it from its feast
His weapons many, his courage strong
Some battles short, some battles long
He comes screaming on his steed so bright
He enters where others flee in fright
An immortal battle from time untold
He’ll fight and strive, so brave and so bold
At the end of the day his bones so weary
Still he will fight when called, no worry
No recompense does he desire, no reward required
Just a feeling of joy when the beast finally is retired
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