Beast’s Reign

“My velvet skin as my coverin’,

I will fight for all my kin,

As I brush through the desert sand,

I trek this land with my axe in hand.

The multitude grows evermore,

Sprouting fear in my very soul.

When I see through the waves of dust,

A glowing staff and a battle lust.

I carry on with the battle song,

A prize of seeing this cruel world gone,

My body may lay down to rest,

A grave adorn with this monster’s head.

This mighty beast might meet its end,

Against a frog with a velvet skin,

But mark these words of my strugglin’,

This endless beast will reign again.”