The Beast
from Willians Golding's Lord of the Flies,
page numbers:p59, p158, p169,ch12
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
A song grown from the terror.
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
A dance made by the darkness.
They rose a thick, urgent, blind desire,
kill, in wildness a body falls,
the beast falls,
the creature who has the silver layer and sculptured marble falls.
The broken body moved out to wards the sea.
Was the beast something you could hunt and kill?
No, it's part of you,
the darkness of men's heart,
a darkness that spread.
The dead body becomes the gift for the darkness.
it has rose within the hunters, formed a new beast.
Civilization died with the conch,
Savagery born with the tribe.
Every thing bright and good breaks under the beast's flaming shadow.
What's left is only the desperation and stupidness of human world.
