BORN


Bewitched, beguiled;
a phantom's child.
T'was bore on a
summers night.
Its claws defile,
a sheepish smile,
Tis' yellow eyes
shine bright.
Whispy winds float
wails on air.
It rips apart its feast.
Ghastly moans;
foulest groans, beseech
the newborn beast.
Raise thy sword;
slash it down,
into the vilest flesh.
Evil bared a child tonight;
Upon sweet summers breast.
Shield thine face;
turn away, do not glare
in fiery haste.
The raving beast shall perish
now, for it succumbs unto
the fire.
Burning, grasping, pleading,
longing, killing thines desire.

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