The Beast of Wenchass Way

Since I was young,

I’d heard father say,

“Beware, young man,

A beast lives that way.”
He would tell me tales

That the beast guarded gold

And in his scaly claws

Many fortunes did he hold.

Later in life,

Father was stricken

With an unknown illness,

He was bedridden.

“Father, father

I know what to do!”

I said with a plan,

But not really a clue.

“I shall slay the beast,

And take his treasure,

We can get you a cure

And live a life of pleasure!”

My father, he argued

But to no avail.

I had to go forth,

I could not fail,

But he left me with this,

Knowing I couldn’t be convinced,

With these words, he was pained

And my poor father winced.

“The beast, the beast

Of Wenchass Way,

Still guards that treasure,

To this very day,

And if you get too close,

You can hear it say

‘I am the beast

Of Wenchass Way,’

Not like an ox, stronger stronger,

Not like a cheetah, faster faster,

But the only thing…”

And with these words,

My father fell to sleep,

I knew not how long

I knew not how deep.

Onward I went,

Down paths once forbidden

In hopes of finding

The creature that’s hidden.

A small clearing of trees,

Revealed a gate,

Standing in front

Was a being of hate.

This creature was huge,

With horns high as a cloud,

And its big, heavy breath

Was all too loud.

It looked up and saw me,

But did not charge at all,

Instead it faced me

And let out a call.

It’s thick neck bellowed

And shook the ground beneath.

It’s head was adorned

With a bloody wreath.

“That’s what happened

To those who tried before,

But I won’t be like them,

I need it more.”

I brandished my sword,

And took a step up,

The might beast stepped,

Looking to make me its sup.

As the beast got closer,

I saw its red eyes,

And the large bat-like wings

With which it flies.

I shook with fear

And trembled with fright,

This foe was enormous,

But I gathered my might.

I stabbed forward once,

And forward once more,

It let out a howl,

And collapsed to the floor.

“How could this be?

What can I say?

Was it really that easy to defeat

The Beast of Wenchass Way?”

I turned in elation,

To go collect my salvation,

But standing behind the body

Was a man of temptation.

He was a tall, thin man,

Dressed all in black.

He approached the fallen creature,

Putting a hand on its back.

“I am the Lord

of Wenchass Way”

Said the man,

In an icy way.

His voice shivered my spine,

But I couldn’t give up my plan.

And after all,

He was only a man.

“I’ve slain the Beast,

As the old legend goes,

So I shall take the treasure,

As everyone knows.”

A smile spread across

The cold specter’s face,

And looking upon it

I could see no human trace.

“You see boy, you’ve let out

An important detail.”

He said as he held out

A bony hand so pale.

“The beast, the beast

Of Wenchass Way,

Still guards that treasure,

To this very day.

And if you get too close,

You can hear it say

‘I am the Beast

Of Wenchass Way’.

Not like an ox, stronger, stronger,

Not like a cheetah, faster, faster

But the only thing worse than the Beast

Is its master.”

Tis true, I slew

The Beast of Wenchass Way,

But that was still,

My last living day.

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