The Child and The Beast

When the beast meets the child pretending to be king,
there is no turning back; there is no hiding.
It is as wild as the universe claims to get.
There will be a fight and the wounds bring death.

The flesh would tremble
in the child
if the beast were of that place
but in this spirit
the beast knows its fate
because power impossible
the king does harbor
an imaginary war manifest
in reality
a real world's destruction
chaotic border
men are close.

The thick undergrowth
swept under turf grass
well mown
shadows in every direction
the beast seeks a place to hide
and in babbling streams
makes its case
holding prisoner
those the child liberates.

Cannot see
beyond the boundary
where belly button culture
has made its date
if to free
with fees and fines
down in duldrum
his imagination is fate
for they will him to be
yet cannot see.

When the beast encounters the king
he will weep over its destruction
but not for benefits it seems to bring
for it was part of his creation
they will even sit alone
together as it dies
and the tears of a father
will be the last
in this place that frees
ideology, spirituality, and imagination
the day of death
he will wipe the tears
so ending suffering
and the beast will rust
and the king will get up
and stride into eternity
where there it had been since the begining.