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The Coming of the Beast
Darkness falls and starlight gleams,
Though all is NOT what it may seem.
Shadows swirl within the night,
Hidden from sun's searing light.
Skittering sounds across the stone,
A reminder that you are hardly alone.
Creatures of elder night forgotten,
Among blue skies and clouds like cotton.
Here, in this realm of shadowy veils,
Bordering the lands of shrieking hells,
Creatures of slavering horror slip through;
Merely a handful perhaps, a paltry few.
Here to quell their monstrous thirst,
They are far from the last, nor hardly the first.
Eyes aglow as they rend and slay,
Then slinking away at the break of day.
Perhaps you have glimpsed them, or perhaps you will;
Heed well this warning, while time there is still.
This realm is yet ours, for the moment at least;
Prepare yourself now, for the coming of the beast.
Though all is NOT what it may seem.
Shadows swirl within the night,
Hidden from sun's searing light.
Skittering sounds across the stone,
A reminder that you are hardly alone.
Creatures of elder night forgotten,
Among blue skies and clouds like cotton.
Here, in this realm of shadowy veils,
Bordering the lands of shrieking hells,
Creatures of slavering horror slip through;
Merely a handful perhaps, a paltry few.
Here to quell their monstrous thirst,
They are far from the last, nor hardly the first.
Eyes aglow as they rend and slay,
Then slinking away at the break of day.
Perhaps you have glimpsed them, or perhaps you will;
Heed well this warning, while time there is still.
This realm is yet ours, for the moment at least;
Prepare yourself now, for the coming of the beast.
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The Coming of the Beast
The Coming of the Beast