The Beast of Might

He stood before me, the Beast of might. It stood strong in my path as I meandered through the winding crevice of thought.
A great hulking creature, it had dark brown fur that encompassed its whole body and giant leathery wings like that of a behemoth bat. Its arms hung tensely past its knees and sharp ivory gleamed, sheltered by the shag that covered its curled paw. Its gaping jaw held innumerable white blades that shone brightly from beneath tight black lips.
Its eyes… Its eyes held the greatest focus of my fear. They were more familiar than my soul cared to admit.
As we stood, locked in a seemingly unchangeable state, I noticed that I was holding something smooth and round in my hand. I lifted it up to eye-level and that I held a very small orb. At first, I did not recognize what it was that I so tightly grasped but as I gazed into it I soon understand the meaning of this clear red sphere.
My determination. It was my only weapon against the Leviathan before me. Me sheer will and force were centered between my fingers.
I looked back at the impenetrable obstruction in front of me and the orb suddenly started to shrink.
I was afraid.
I had no chance of fighting against this impenetrable roadblock. The orb started to shrink faster.
I searched its eyes once again. They were as grim as the cold black sky that hung above us now. They taunted me with their glowing green pupils. Still, as I looked deeper, I noticed the same fear that currently weakened me. It was my fear. It was the anxiety, the restlessness, the disappointment, and the failure in my life. It was my Beast. It was me.
Only I stood in my way. The orb stopped shrinking. I knew there was life beyond this Frankenstein, a better life, and there was only one way to get there.
I gathered it all, all of the motivation and encouragement that I had ever been given in my life and I forced it into the now tiny ball in my hand.
It started to grow. It shone with an inner blue light that was truly my own. I looked at the Beast and saw its fur stand and sharpen s it sensed the coming danger. It would not back down without a fight.
I charged at the Beast, putting every hope and dream into the palm of my hand. I had the power to overcome, the power given to me by a most precious ally. As I moved swiftly towards the Beast, the orb in my hand began to burst with a shimmering glare that scattered every shadow in the landscape of my mind.
The Beast let forth a trembling roar and clawed at its own eyes to escape from the light. I raced at the Beast with my arms in front of me. I collided with him, forcing the Orb into its stomach.
He swiped his gigantic paw at me, throwing me off the path and into a rock wall. I got back up again for nothing would turn me from the path now.
The Beast cried out with the howling screech of a banshee as the orb enveloped its whole body. A blinding light, like that of a shining cleansing blood, filled my sight forcing me to look away.
When I finally felt the light dissipate, I turned back to see that the Beast was no longer there. All there was now was the long path to the finish. I was far from done.

The Beast of Might


Joined January 2008

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Just some inspired writing

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