And into the maw must I enter, and into the heart must I attack, with no guide and to me no mentor. The beast must I destroy it to pieces must I hack. A terrible fear grows within me an uncertainty fills me with anxiety, as a terrible rumble escapes the beasts serrated maw. It awakens with me in its vision it's hunger angry and raw. From my side I grip my trusted sword, from my back I grip my beaten shield. I take my stance for I must go to war against the beast violence must I wield. It turns and with a heavy hand it swings my body it intends to pin down and crush. I manage to duck the blow I manage to dodge and quickly land anger and fierce savagery within me rush.to the air I leap and take up my sword and it do I raise a battle cry I utter. The beast threatened opens it's maw it's teeth sharp like daggers.And so the battle begins the end of which I have yet to see. It is one for me that I must fight daily it is one that to it have I repeatedly been. The beast wishes my goals and my dreams to wither and die, never expressed or seen. But I wish to see them free to see them grow to see them reached. For this reason grudgingly do I go and pull out my blade. And into the maw must I enter.