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The Beast And The Banshee by Stu
 

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  • The Beast growled.
    The Banshee howled.
    The Beast as black as the black black night.
    The Banshee as pale as the pale pale moon.

    “I am without conscience” said the Beast.
    “I am without presence” said the Banshee.

    The Beast groaned.
    The Banshee moaned.
    The Beast's teeth as sharp as knives.
    The Banshee's breath as cold as ice.

    “I will eat you alive” said the Beast.
    “You cannot” said the Banshee.
    “I am without body.”

    “I will scare you to death” said the Banshee.
    “You cannot” said the Beast.
    “I am without fear.”

    The Beast regarded the Banshee.
    The Banshee regarded the Beast.
    The black black night grew blacker
    And the pale pale moon grew more pale.

    “I envy you” said the Beast to the Banshee.
    “If I were you
    I would know peace.”

    “I envy you” said the Banshee to the Beast.
    “If I were you
    I would know touch.”

    So it was that the Banshee entered the Beast
    And the Beast let the Banshee enter him.

    And at once the Beast screamed
    And scratched and clawed at its flesh
    Desperate to rip the banshee from him
    For now he knew guilt.

    And at once the Banshee wailed
    And tugged and teared at his flesh
    Desperate to be free of this cage
    For now she knew mortality.

    And now they knew,
    Now they knew,
    Now they knew,
    Now they knew,
    How it is to be human.

    Sounds used under a creative commons licence from NoiseCollector, CGEffex, Erdie, aesqe and DJ Chronos
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