The beast has reared his ugly head, yet again. 
Consuming another kin.
I’ve fought this scoundrel a time or two.
It attacks so many a men.
I haven’t vanquished the loathsome creature completely.
But I know that it lurks in the distance quite bleak;
Gaining more strength as it feeds on the week.
 
You see, this fiend is like no other.
It has taken the most virile, courageous of man.
Luring them, turning them into it’s playthings.
Leaving nothing but destruction wherever it can.
 
I’ve looked into the venomous eyes of this brute.
Almost falling completely into it’s abyss.
Only to be pulled from the depths of despair;
Lifted up by the purest of nymphs.
 
This thing still haunts the far reaches of my mind.
Of it’s previous clutches, I’m forced to remind.
For it not only almost destroyed my soul,
It has a very seductive persona.
 
This wolf in sheep’s clothing is very foreboding.
Promising serenity, promising getaway, promising many things.
But when you succumb it destroys.
It has no prejudice for whom it consumes.
For it could seize anyone inside it’s womb.
Your father, your mother,
Aunt or uncle.
Even a sister or brother.
 
Patiently waiting for it’s next victim.
In the shadows, lurking to give the final blows.
Who else will it touch with it’s claws?
So quietly creeping, that no one knows.
 
It comes in many a form, this creature of destruction:
A dragon, who’s curling smoke and vapors are choking.
A peaceful lake that tempts you with temporary bliss.
A jagged bayonet that penetrates your very being.
All it is, though, is a demon that will kill you with it’s kiss.
 
So heed my warning,
When you are too faced with this monstrosity:
“Run from it, for It is a plague, it is a disease."
I know this as truth!
For it almost took me.