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The Monster Speaks (III)

It was the middle of bright breaking day
Not a night in near vision
Yet it attacked me
The Monster could see dangerous things taking form
It could ill afford to let such triumphs run rampant

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
Embodying roars fused with my bones and laminated my soul
It stood decades tall peering deep within me hunting and clawing with black eyes at
     worlds it could not embrace
Today was war
Those silver fangs shown long again, but on my grounds, the soil soaked with
     the blood of the sun

"You have broken a pact! you have broken your vows."
I knew no certain vows to The Monster
"To us! You vowed to silence. To keep that flesh of yours still until
     you are a king."
It is a part of me--
"It is a disaster! You and it are destined to frail decomposition.
     And what will you be then?"

The Monster circled me and stalked my words and my wants and the reason
     we were born
"I am your eternity. I have given you all the universe necessary and all the god
    you could dream of."
It's appetite was insatiable
"You are insatiable! They were sacrifices. Sacrifices you knew would be devoured."
I knew nothing of--

"LLLLLLIES! Do you wish to be a king?"
There were no prophets or crystal balls or Jesus's inform me.
"I am your prophet. Do you wish to be a king?"
The Monster was a rage. The Monster was the saddest I knew
"Do you wish to be a king?"

How many sacrifices will The Monster demand?
"Until your flesh is still and your mind is glass with obsidian thoughts"
Then I am dead.
"You will live enough."
I will be dead, and what is The Monster when I am dead?
"I am your eternity. I am your prophet."
Could it take me? I offered myself as a sacrifice, for it to consume my childhood
     and my loving whispers and my imagined worlds.
"Ghosts can not wear crowns. Vampires can not drink their own blood."
I wept and I whimpered and I cursed The Monster for knowing what I was
     as we stood in the Fall's silence
"Hush, dear Jared, I know where you have been. I will make you a king."
I was asked where I had been and I could not answer.

Where had The Monster taken me?