The Beast and the Boy

Arrows flying through the night,
The beast roars, a monstrous sight.
The boy pulls his bow string and tries to win,
Against the beast with the sadistic grin.

The beast draws nearer, touches his face,
The boy cringes back, his hear runs a race.
His drops his bow, his warriors stance,
Watches the beasts eyes and desire dance.

Armor grabbed, torn, ripped away,
This is the beast no warrior can slay.
Greedy hands, greedy tongue,
He feeds and thieves until all is undone.

The beast lies still, its desires sated,
The boys lays quiet filled with hatred.
The beast takes his hand and they entwine,
The beast and the boy, a despicable design.