The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut

I saw the beast, drew my trusty sword
The crowd was there, a ghastly little horde
Devoid of dawn and reeking of decay
allowing indifference to hold greatest sway.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, is eyes throwing flames
The crowd was there, playing childish games
Beast roared and threw a vicious claw
Crowd applauded it, they one and all.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw beast, its fangs showed through its smile
The crowd was there, with lust and usual guile
Crying with hearts, black and frozen as ice
Shouting kill the man, saying it thrice.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its flaming tail hit my head
The crowd was there, laughed the more I bled
Taken aback, my courage ate the mighty blow
Crowd screamed out, more blood for the show.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, slashing out in agonizing pain
The crowd was there, shouted man can not win again
With final blow, my sword pierced its black heart
The crowd rushed forth seeking to rip me apart.

With a mighty blow, new beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1973
(The beast and its faithful allies)