Hello Friends! I have spun the tale of the Land of La Longi for a little while and this is a throwback. I do want to warn my sensitive readers that this post may not be for you. Please do not read thos this
Now. The story.
I am awake. I am Beast.
I am clear in my thinking this evening.
I think better when all is still. Stewart the magistrate said I feel changes in the earth. When the moon is full, things change on the ground.
Stewart knows. I do not know. I feel rage and bitterness when the moon is big.
The Heron took a word from another tribe.
Yenaldlooshi they call me. They say I walk on all fours and take skin of animals to wear.
They are thieves not me. They took a word from a tribe not theirs.
I am Beast. I do not walk on fours. I have hands. I have feet. I hurt. I get better fast when I am hurt.
All was normal. Mom…. That is mom. I get it. I get mom. Dad.
Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad.
They were nice. I was small.
Cruel hands took me away and I was bitten by the monster.
I was put in a cellar.
They attacked me in the cellar
They tormented and abused me
Sores grew all over
I was rescued from the monster.
Mom and Dad did not recognize Jeptha
They told the rescuers their child was dead.
They said I was Beast not Jeptha
I am Beast.
Shepherd’s Crook Man was there! I know Shepherd’s Crook Man!
He touched my shoulder and the sores left me.
My skin became tough instead. Not much hurts outside.
All Hurts inside
My heart beats with fear and worry.
In 2 days the moon will be full and I will hide myself away.
Beast am alone.
How do you say?
I am alone
Beast forgets then remembers
I must stay alone.
I tell the Heron tribe.
I think they know