Universal poetry writing contest

The Beast
Part one

Two sides to every story
One wrong, the other right
Counting then recounting
The chase of day and night

It looked like full of glory
Dwelling in tranquil light
Old and gray and hoary
With spots of yellowish white

Flat and almost looked easy
Can’t read but it can write
Reflection of resurrection
Always stayed out of sight

Sailing in murky ocean
The bleak heart of the night
No sky no stars, no notion
Of length, or width or height

When we told the captain
About our haunting fright
He stared at us then said that
Can’t leave without a fight

Burn down all the sails then
Hit it with all your might
Joining is free but leaving
Was not a chosen rite

Tonight or never after
Must kill the beast tonight
Charge the rage with fury
No prayers to recite

Two sides to every story
Engraved in black and white
We have to break its glory
The beast must die tonight