The meager man that controls
the eager hunt between people and
the hungry beast that lies within.
Knocking them down like moles
that dig in the dirt while this
creature collects the souls of those
who perished from the scrolls.
The meager man takes a stand
for those who have been
canned from their joyful life.
He makes a demand with
the evil beast to disband
his unmanned, horrid feast.
Pitch Black Poesy 
I really love this one! Great poem.
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