Last night I dreamt of the manticore again.
it sat above me on top of
the mountain pass, waiting for me
to reach the gate. I trodded and
trudged up the hill dreading the moment
when I would reach the apex.
I did not want to be judged, but
still I climbed and crawled over
the boulders blocking the path.
Will the obstacles I overcame and
surpassed make him sympathize
and feel my plight? I doubt it.
I could hear his stomach growl,
it was like thunder.
I could sense his hunger.
It just waited and watched.
Why didn't it pounce
and put me out of my misery
just end this journey?
Was it too invested by it's
delight in my struggle?
Damn you demon!
You may best me
and get in my way but
I will win & get over this trouble
triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.
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