Hero and the Monster

*This has lots of dualities in it... Have fun looking for the symbolism
and duality if you are so inclined. If not oh well enjoy.*


Sword in hand,
Ready to make his stand,
Torch raised high,
As eye seeks to try,
To discern through the dark,
To catch some mark,
Of the hidden beast,
That it might not feast,
Upon his flesh and bones,
He can hear it prowling it moans,
The grating of its claws on the walls,
The cackling mockery of its calls,
Taunting him in the dark,
Circling, in night grim and stark,
Hand gripping blade tighter,
As torch grows lighter,
Knowing beast will wait,
Till light is gone to sate,
His thirst for blood,
To grind this loan warrior into the mud,
They say it takes one to know,
How another’s life truly does go,
So then perhaps the best,
To lay a monster to rest,
Is also the same and the one,
Who once in darkness did run,
His heart strong and brave,
He will not go quietly to his grave,
Tis not from pride,
That he will not cower and hide,
Like his fellow ‘men’,
Every time the monster comes again,
He simply knows he cannot bend,
He has another to defend!
Thus he has descended from world above,
To kill the beast, protect his love,
That she might not be taken in stark night,
And devoured in a world of fright,
The torch sputters its last,
The die is cast,
The blade is thrust,
And this you can trust,
One might creature died there,
And one rose into the glare,
Of the morning son,
But which one,
Rose from depth of heart,
After claws and blade did part?
Which reigned as a king,
Which felt death’s sting?