Once upon a time, there was a hideous creature.
He lived alone in the mountains. Oh so alone.
Through the night, he would wander into the valley.
None went in the woods at night. Not even the brave.
The valley was known as the midnight grave.
The monster would rampage at night so angrily.
Yet many find it strange, that even he has a home.
But anger and fury are not the only things that feature.
As with many a story, there is a legend to this plot.
At the home of the beast, there is a quiet, still man.
A man that is so kind and soft; he silences the beast.
They share a home, but are never seen together.
The man is as gentle as a baby bird’s feather,
He is the kind of man who would rather be the least
So that others may achieve all that they can.
However, legends often have details that are forgot.
There came to the nearby town a festive time,
Filled with laughter, smiles, and celebrations.
Many visitors came to see the sights and sounds
Of the festivities of the 27th of February,
A celebration of all those who are free.
This is a place and time where love truly abounds,
A place where love is expressed in plays and demonstrations.
But the people leave the area as soon as the clock hits nine.
The ravenous beast comes down from his mountain,
In search for objects to suffer his anger and rage.
Many a lost soul has had to suffer,
Because their timing had been unappealing.
Yet the strangest happening happened this evening.
The beast was in full rampage, getting rougher and rougher.
He rampaged on and on broke through every trap and cage,
Yet he never went past this one fountain.
The morning came and the town was broken,
The festival was officially over, just like the year before.
Yet amongst the rubble, a little girl began to cry.
She had lost her favourite story book in all the commotion.
Irreconcilable, she could not hide her emotion.
Her parents, frantic, moved away for fear that they may die.
For tears are said to fuel the beast to cause others to suffer more.
The pain of others was said to be the beast’s token.
In the lair of the beast walks the man of peace.
The man had found something new this day,
He found a book that he had never seen.
So in the quiet, he sat down to read,
But as he read he realized a need.
So something started that had never been.
The man read some more, and unwittingly began to pray.
This quiet man realized then that he was a masterpiece.
The book that was lost got a man found.
The book that was found never got lost.
The man never departed from that storybook,
But since that day the beast never returned.
The quiet man was the beast that yearned
For the pain of others, and so did look
For ways to make others get lost.
But the cure of the beast was a man to be found.
You see the quiet man carried his rage in kindness,
But he was equal to the beast that rampaged endlessly.
The only salvation for either man was found in pages.
Whether you act or you don’t, your heart will bear witness,
If you are truly and honestly selfless.
It doesn’t matter if you complete all the stages,
Salvation is wrought in the heart for true victory.
So acting alone without the heart is but utter madness.
Whether you do or don’t matters little,
You cannot walk down the middle.
You either live for God in your heart and deeds
Or you follow a path that only to sadness leads.