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The Beast of Misfortune

Corned in the labyrinth, the Minotaur approaches.
No one stands a chance against this beast of misfortune.
All will be victims, enveloped in its dark auora.
I struggle to break free.
As I stand awaiting hell, I realise a bliss – more powerful than hatred, and stronger than sorrow.
I ask to be devoured.
Could this one thing I’ve attempted to allude, be the one thing I’ve always longed for?
I plead to be taken.
Nothing else matters.
Yet, all experiences end, and the beast will die, leaving only an empty chasm, threatening to envelop the soul.
Waves of confusion break against the shores of my mind.
My enemy has become the thing I yearn for.
At the peak of its attack, I realise this.
It threatens to disappear forever, retreating back to the cage of the heart, or until the inopportune moment that I least expect.

The Beast of Misfortune

siskos

Gold Coast, Australia

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