A head of scale and heart of stone,
Lurking, prowling round your homes,
The secret demon, stalks through dark,
With nostrils flared, he starts to spark.
The fires grow and swallow towns,
The flames don’t lick, they consume all round,
The pearly knives reflect the blaze,
And all around, a frenzied haze.
The blades, they pierce, tear through skin,
And though in war, bares evil grin.
Those eyes, so dark, without a soul,
The demon beast in myths of Olde.
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