Monster
See this, this monstrous evil thing,
It grows and billows, over the town below.
We pray not, it open mouth and sing,
For fear and hate, it hurts enough to show.
Staggering forth, the beast, it's strength clear,
Trampling below, people scatter in panic.
It's rampaging stride, forces expression of fear,
Monstrous roar, sounding pained, yet manic.
The hillside offers respite, to those who've fled,
Shutting in the monster, but for time unknown.
Those too slow, too weak, sentenced dead,
Their bodies lie, smell of death, softly blown.
Village waits, seemingly for an age,
For heroes to arrive, to try, and to die.
Sword and shield, all lost to it's rage,
Heroes failed, slain bodies, here lie.
One man risen, claiming unearthly power,
Takes to the village, beast waits, unscathed.
Distained looks, this man does not cower,
Takes to his blade, swift blow, beast lathe'd.
The corpse falls, crashing to ground,
Villagers cheer, a saviour holds their court.
Then a hand raised, for moment, not a sound,
Hero waits, mind deep in thought.
The beast reawakens, angered and raw,
Rising to its feet, filled with rage, all consuming.
The man looks up, seeing defiler of holy law,
Preparing for battle, once again resuming.
However there is change, and the beast is small,
No bigger than a man, no stronger, humbled.
The hero rises up, once more, no fear at all,
Strikes beast with blade, head sliced, tumbled.
Finally they are free, the village uncursed,
This man has saved them, like no other before.
He finally speaks, his tongue well versed,
The world is at peace, at least for now, once more.
It grows and billows, over the town below.
We pray not, it open mouth and sing,
For fear and hate, it hurts enough to show.
Staggering forth, the beast, it's strength clear,
Trampling below, people scatter in panic.
It's rampaging stride, forces expression of fear,
Monstrous roar, sounding pained, yet manic.
The hillside offers respite, to those who've fled,
Shutting in the monster, but for time unknown.
Those too slow, too weak, sentenced dead,
Their bodies lie, smell of death, softly blown.
Village waits, seemingly for an age,
For heroes to arrive, to try, and to die.
Sword and shield, all lost to it's rage,
Heroes failed, slain bodies, here lie.
One man risen, claiming unearthly power,
Takes to the village, beast waits, unscathed.
Distained looks, this man does not cower,
Takes to his blade, swift blow, beast lathe'd.
The corpse falls, crashing to ground,
Villagers cheer, a saviour holds their court.
Then a hand raised, for moment, not a sound,
Hero waits, mind deep in thought.
The beast reawakens, angered and raw,
Rising to its feet, filled with rage, all consuming.
The man looks up, seeing defiler of holy law,
Preparing for battle, once again resuming.
However there is change, and the beast is small,
No bigger than a man, no stronger, humbled.
The hero rises up, once more, no fear at all,
Strikes beast with blade, head sliced, tumbled.
Finally they are free, the village uncursed,
This man has saved them, like no other before.
He finally speaks, his tongue well versed,
The world is at peace, at least for now, once more.