Illustrated by: Maria Bielle Baral
Lost are we to not be found
In the deep, we become bound
Vilest things we will surely see
Ever cold are the thoughts to be
What will you become, says the beast
Indeed, you will cry, and be the least
Try as you may, you will never win
How could you? You’re full of sin!
Gently and slowly you get up
Revealing you’re more than what you’re made of
Ever so brave, you stare and set-up
A glimpse of hope, you try and shove
To the Beast that tries to take what you love
Now you’re complete, you conquered the Beast
Embodying a light which only you can release
Say no more to doubts again
Slain are the regrets.
The End.
