When lords and ladies quest for fame A beast will touch the land with flame Goodmen will die, their wives will mourn While children weep for fathers gone.
With swords for teeth and skin of steel With arrowed claw and poisioned heel The beast will grow and spread its wings Destroying rouges and making kings.
When all my pages fill with lies Let slip the beast and see it rise Till one who understans this verse Commands the beast and breaks its curse.
bucket of cheese · Wed May 17, 2006 @ 06:16am · 0 Comments |