by: Shafa Baehaki
Pyrite against pyrite,
As I struck the fool's gold
I shivered at the wind, bitter and cold The fire burns, hot and bright
A burst, a spark of light
Shoots up from the little hold
I went to my tent, which I unfold
Tonight, everything seemed right
Yet a monster lurks in the shadows
A horror, a beast, a Thing
Why would the beautiful meadow
Be the dwellings of this creature, I sing
As I looked out into the gloom from my window
What would the depths bring?
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