The curiosity of peoples confused minds,

The whisper of very few people lurking round throughout the day,

Silences of dark layers, between heartbeats,

The cries of unseen children seeming so far yet so near,

I found it- 

Trapped in an everlasting hall-way,

Imprisoned in the echoes of screams,

Whispering warning for the daggers that lay ahead.

This loneliness can-

Break a persons loving soul,

Destroy a caring heart,

Tear apart a warm hearted life,

If I lose loneliness-

Will makes my life full of happiness,

Like stars dancing on the milky way.

 The beast glared a deathly stare. His eyes were deep- red and began to blaze like the ashes of fire. His dark black and gold fur started to ripple, as each step he took he was as black as a black hole. I saw his claws, curling like a waning crescent moon as deadly as a viking sword. His ears pricked, sensing the tiniest sounds. Teeth curved like a goat’s horn but smaller. The beast narrowed his eyes at me.Then took a step forward towards me. His paws were blood hot and felt like sandpaper thrusting against me. He glared at me with his death stare, walking around in circles until he suddenly stampeded toward the forest while the moon’s moonlight glimmered its light.

“She likes you”said  Mrs Jackson in an astonishing way.I thought why the beast had hate the other and liked her then she remembered that she had stuffed a packet of sweets down her coat pocket.When she had finally gathered the right opportunity  she finally told Mrs Jacksonwhat had happened.One the way back to the village shewasabout totakeout hersweets realizing they weren’t there. Suddenly I thought about how the beast had taken or had been spied. I did hear camera noises going click.Then she said she will be watching every step you take while you have food in your pocket. She is great at hearing and selling. 

Later that night, I dreamed of the great mighty beast taking over the village and if this day will come more i thought about it. The more the thought came into my mind the beast traveling through the swampy forest not knowing what is ahead of him or is he still sitting down in pitch black forest ready to pounce out?.When he licked my hand i shuddered in fear.So that night I visited the beast he sitting in the open forest stroking her fur felt like i was stroking clouds.Sitting next to him I heard something rumble then i knew what that meant.I pulled out from my pocket it was a packet of sweets and then fed them to the  beast.Then he disappeared into the deep dark forest.

A few days later I visited the beast again but this time when I stoked him as his fur was always so soft and warm. He would always make a sound that sounded like a rumble and around him were scraps of meat but there was none then I remembered  that Mrs Jackson had made soup  so I quietly tip towed all the way back to the house and brought the soup back to him. He had  eaten this as quick as a flash. When he was done he walked back into the forest.Over period of time Mrs Jackson saw how the beast was more calm but would still run into the village demanding for food.