The Beast

It waits for me down in the valleys and gorges,
Within the black shadows it hides and it waits.
It wishes to torment me, lash me and slash me
Gnashing its teeth, longs to seal my fate.
So I stick to the high grounds, the ridges and treelines,
The hills and the mountains where I make my home.
Though sometimes I wonder if I should go down there,
If I should confront the beast that wants my soul.