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A Sleeping Dragon
A sleeping dragon Beneath the ground there lives a beast. For aeon’s it has lain asleep, Upon the bones of those it defeats. The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath. The firelight in only darkness. The ghost of old, it’s only witness. A beast so foul, so pitiless, Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit. It waits in slumber, further under, The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders. A fire in the sky at midnight, Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep. The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air, Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man, Who still has a care. Now none will fight or lend a hand And all but one are stood in silence. The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence, Against a demon which strikes such fear; It has done so for many years. But now at last there stands the hero. Never more will he hold a purse of zero, For riches have been promised by the King, To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath. The curse upon the peaceful land, For many a moon, but now this man, Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast, Or until they are deceased. So until the beasts’ heart beats no more, The day has come… To victory! Or… (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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