Post by Monkey Monk on Dec 21, 2005 10:32:13 GMT -6
Shadows settle with the oncoming night,
creatures cry out as they come from their holes.
The beast rises and takes flight,
it's eyes red like burning coals.
You lie in your bed asleep,
as the angel of death hunts you.
The Shepard arrives for one of it's sheep,
it's breath moist like morning dew.
Screams and moans fill the air,
as the beast tears through homes.
Walk among the dead with no care,
be a servant to the temple and it's domes.
You walk slowly as the beast trails,
his claws drawn ready to kill.
Finally you reach the place built of no nails,
beautiful stone walls that can give a chill.
The beast attacks you from behind,
as you enter that glorious cave.
Yet you turn and fight for all of your kind,
and you succeed and beat back that knave.
As your foe flees you go to the alter,
and kneel down to your belief.
And the deity rewards you for having no falter,
as the beast flees without turning a leaf.