The basilisk arose from coldest depth of a violent sea, With its mighty jaw opened a tongue at full stretch. Jacobsen’s Organ, tasting the air and sending messages; Chemical responses imbedded in the brain as it screamed Like the loudest of ancient banshees. Warning of impeding death, echoed loud across yellow shores And up the valley, where hidden flocks grazed from dawn But, by the time dusk will fall; they shall graze no more. Beast from a forgotten world, set its claws on land and roared; The basilisk arose from coldest depth of a violent sea. Awakened from its slumber, monster besieged by hunger, Its shadow cast a cold chill down the spines of bravest warriors. No shield or weapon wielded, could penetrate scaled armour Farmers pleaded with their chieftains, who confined in the wisdom Hidden in wicked witchdoctors. For all the magic conjured, all the Gods prayed for, couldn’t lay waste To the great beast that came from the sea. When all worriers called forth, good heroes left dead and disgraced; When stone walls came down, solid forts, brushed aside like Dried leaves in a strong breeze. Hope had fled, only despair and destruction blossomed, every where The smell of death and charred flesh filled the air. There was one, a child born, orphaned by the deadly storm that swarmed The kingdom of men, this beast from hell. His innocence only weapon to guide him, his love in all things good Even in the most evil of creatures, there he stood. He dared to go where many a man have tried and paid the ultimate; Youth child, pure with no hurt in his body no hate in his heart, Walked towards the beast like it was a puppy dog. The basilisk, rose its head to the sky and cast killer eyes onto its next prize, But, boy with no fear, stretched out his hand, no weapon clasped in his palm No shield to cower behind, as the beasts’ cold shadow turned light into night; The boy with ought fright, walked near; with the sweetest of voice shouted out, “I fear the not, why do you hurt my people so, what have they done to you?" The beast, was surprised this Worrier like no other, came with no anger, No hatred or coward, no sword or axe. The beast, was surprised, lifted its foot and stamped on his head, leaving for Dead; and all that is can be said about the poor boy left crushed into dust.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 16:28:15 +0000
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