Can't you see
The monster inside of me
A growling snarling beast
Eyes blood red
Mouth bursting with knives
Black fur standing on end
Claws fully extended ready to kill
Can't you see
The knight inside of me
A valiant champion ready to fight for his maiden
Blue eyes crystal clear
Shining armor ready to deflect rending claws
Silver sword drawn ready to kill
Can't you see
The battle inside of me
An epic clash of the titans
Shaking me to the very soul
Patrick Tincher
Don Belle Pitcher, still clad in her nightwear, rushed through the corridors of her opulent mansion. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the pace of her hurried steps, her help, and the right-hand guard tried to keep up with her pace. The news of Don Ralph's presence in her compound at the ungodly hour of 6 am had shattered the tranquility of her morning and banished any remnants of sleep from her eyes.