Scaled beast ye be -
Grim and cold
Come near not -

You dare feint
When in turn the jab
Strikes forth -

Rich becomes the flow -
Becomes the river
Washing away -

Distant lands
From whence we came
Fade and are no more -

Tis’ time for flight -
From here
To barren -

Souls fallen
From amongst youth
For thus to feed -

Turn and flee -
Now bloomed blossom
Runaway from thee
 
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