The Power of the Bloodbeast

The bloodbeast fled his twilight land

and came to Earth instead.

A man who considered it himself its master

Followed

And he was shocked by a filth

Greater than his knowledge

Confused in a land

In which people need fear

Not only others

But themselves

He searched for his dreaded bloodbeast

Try not to become one

with the filth.

In time

He found his beast standing tall

Ebony black

Glistening;

Gaining powers from the filth

Around him.

The beast no longer feared his master's strength

And so he struck

The master countered

but his onslaught was tossed aside.

The bloodbeast stood above

and boosted of no weakness

But the master knew

He lunged and clawed though

The bloodbeast's damp chest.

The master stood among the beast's screams

holding the creatures cold heart

And as he threw it down

He listened to the thud

of stone on stone.

The bloodbeast pleaded for his life

but the master replied

that it had never really lived.

In any world where humankind resides

Be it nightmare or true

Destiny breeds eternal strife.

Only rarely is progress made

Only rarely are problems understood.