The Great Beast


I stare into the monster’s eyes,

His face covered in dirt and smeared with grime,

His eyes dark, empty, and meaningless voids,

His kind face ruined with anger and pride,

They burnt down the village, and the monster’s flame

Shows the great beast is impossible to tame,

His shimmering scales dance under the light,

He flaps his great wings, and flies out into the night


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