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Hellfire posted a poem called The Beast, this is probably not as good but was written so many years ago. 
Haunting pasts come back to some, 
And lucky they are for the chance 
To run away from chosen memories. 
For some, the past never left 
But mingles and fuses with the present 
And casts great shadows on the future. 
What wounds have not quite healed 
That still draws maggots to a feast? 
What scars that burn, still so raw 
From the claws of the mighty beast? 
When she digs into your soul 
It is then you must decide 
To quickly shrug her off 
Or take her for the ride. 
This wraith, this haunt, this ghost 
Came to do battle and won, 
For the few days of a happy heart 
Came years of it being broken.

The Beast (02)