By Hrehaan Shah
There once was a legend.
It was scary.
The paper it was written on is now thin and weary.
The legend went like this
‘There was a beast.
It lurked in the forest of misery.
The ones who heard it, are a part of a whole.
The ones who saw it, are torn apart.’
But there was a man.
A strong scary man.
He destroyed all the evil in a boom! and a bang!
One day he was told he’d be the one who would slay the beast.
So he trained hard and creased the evil world of the beast.
He ran like a cheetah.
Roared as a lion.
Fought like a bear.
Growled like a tiger
Until one day when he was ready.
His power was strong like no other.
He raged like a bull, and ran off in search of the beast who’d killed his family.
He searched for days.
He searched for years.
Destroying everything in his way.
Until one day…
He found the beast in the forest of misery.
They fought and fought.
Until the man called upon the power.
The power responded in his final hour
In a slash of his sword.
He slayed the beast.
He hurled its body.
He was now godly.