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The Beast, The Return
The Beast was created in the dead of night,
From her numbed limbs it was born,
From her flesh that was torn,
It came to life with a struggle, with a fight.
As you remember it was locked away
Until that fateful night
When it stirred again in the dead of night
She was wondering then, would it leave or would it stay?
Would these creatures feast again
or were they now finally slain?
Now she understands the Beast
that when it has tasted, it must feast
For him the same beast stirred inside
there was no escape, nowhere to hide
At first ...