Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Drabble: Beast

Beast

It’s hard to say whether the beast was quite sane when he was first put in the pit, but whatever humanity had been there in the first place is long gone. All that’s left is the primal essence of his animality, grown twisted in the dark. He rails against his bonds, in a long continuous roar of wordless rage. The attendants fear to approach the pit, now only going in every few days to throw the next few days of food down.

Some day the occasion may come to release him. I feel pity for any man he may face.

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