- Dragon
- From high
on a hill
- or
mist-shrouded valley
- comes the
horrible wail of a beast.
-
- Deep in
the forest
- where
Merlin once trod
- comes the
terrible cry of a beast.
-
- All
creatures flee
- across
moon-bathed dreamscape
- from the
fire that devours like Lucifer's spit,
- from
breath like sulfur out of hell's garbage pit,
- from eyes
aglow and hungry for blood,
- from
fangs which devour
- without
mercy
- and you
- can't
run.
-
- Feet like
clay
- or
trapped in the mud
- can't
escape the wrath of the beast.
-
- Heart
pounds 'neath your breast
- fear
stifles the sound
- of terror
at sight of the beast.
-
- Great
claws swinging down
- burn,
merciful flame
- and free
you now from this dream that you're in
-
- Awaken
now, Ye Sleepers Awake
- and find
your tranquillity within.
- Peace is
at hand, fear not, be brave,
- for
vanquished is he
- which
devours
- and you
- are
safe..
-
- Yet
listen still,
- and feel
the chill
- Await the
return of the beast
- You know
he will
- for you
sense him near
- and
ponder the call of the beast
- within.
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