To Fight A Beast Poem by Emily Vallee

I had a task,
To fight a beast.
Right in the middle
Of a forest.
No matter what
It would not be a crime.

I took a blow
Right to my head
It was not good.
For the loss of blood
Was too great.
This was my greatest struggle.

A year later
I turned wide
To the right.
Uncertain of my way.
I shrank into the bushes,
To stalk my pray.

Hearing a snap
I see the beast
Acting like a frog.
Even though
The beast was to big
To ever be a frog.

If only I knew
What were to happen next
I would have
Avoided this boring task.
For this beast,
Was truly a freak.

He got down,
On one knee
And proposed
To me.
Steadily I came,
Came forward to the beast.

I needed time,
To process this.
I needed a diversion
To get away.
This was not
Part of my task.

I softly said no.
Took out my sword,
Swung it high,
So very high
And chopped of
The beast’s head.