Morsel
The obsolete beast of prey
Out of the bogs and mists,
Is leaving his prints in the clay,
Proving that he exists.
A “mythical beast” indeed!
Fasten your portals tight--
The silver-scaled snake will feed
Somewhere on someone tonight.
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