The Monster

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She lay there moaning with pain

A giant, ugly and worn

Whilst the forest danced in silence

And I stood baffled, forlorn

‘O sweet human, help me out

For I’m a great deal in pain

The thorn yet kills my feet

I do not do this to feign’

‘How do I know your intentions?

You may yet slay me alive

A monster, yes, that’s what you are’

My fear now fresh and rife

‘You are lost, O puny human

And I can show you the way

The forest is wild and dangerous

Now come, do as I say’

I trod like a brave warrior

For a bargain has been struck

My faith drives me to remove her thorn

And alas! Then all goes dark

O foolish! Foolish little me!

A prisoner, that’s all I’m now

As she laughs and screams and strikes

To her unholy whims I bow

‘O mistress, haven’t I pleased you enough?

I have washed, cooked and cleaned

Listened to your tales of woe at night

And kept you happy as you deemed’

But a slave has no right to plead

And still further, justify her cause

Freedom can change the weakest of hearts

So I sit and pray and pause

Until one day, she lies sad and gloomy

And lost in gloomier thoughts

And sips the wine to numb the pain

As I fill her wine-brimmed pots

Her snores soon fill the cave

And I rush out crazed and wild

Her map lying secure in my bags

Away from the monstrous child

The dark nights pass me by

As I walk for days, now lost

Her fear but keeps me going

And freedom, and it’s cost

Hungry, worn and ugly

I find at last what I seek

The salvation to my way

The opening in the creek

I jump as magic enfolds me

And light soon blinds my sight

My body is hurled through limitless holes

And I emerge into the bright

I lie in bed baffled, forlorn

My eyes open and wide

The ceiling scorns my dreams

As distant snores mock my plight.

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