The Beast

We lie

we wait

till harvest.

We keep to ourselves

we plant its promise.

We sit

we wait

and wait

watching it now

grow

take form

take shape

The beast in its full glory…

We seek it

we hide it

cool nights

cool runs

we steam ahead

we run

climb higher

fly yonder

The prize

we keep

we hold

let it live

let it grow

till it takes over

your shadow…

It rules

it takes

your soul

without regret

It’s the beast

we love hate

hate love

color blind

It’s the beast

leading you

to the promise land,

ready to die for.