The beast rose up, out of the darkness.
Its gaze was flame, fire burning, burning bright.
I heard its roar, through my humming song, the one I like to sing.
It scares away the sun. One of my madman’s tricks.
The beast floundered, wailing, screaming. Stuck in the mud, never go in the mud.
Stuck in the mud.
It felt hot, but cold, heavy – I couldn’t lift it.
I pushed it under. To put it out of its misery.