Shadows creep across this place were lord beast resides
few have seen his darkening form in the mid black night
his skin like stone, and bones diamond woven hold against the light
color black is his pack with the world he knows
his great sized palms crush the thrown were his body is for stalled
ever trapped is the beast in the caged throng
only his eyes are alive with light as the move in its plight
seeking a glimpse a simple shift of anything in its home
millions of year have cents last its name was told
now only a myth and shadows is this beast of scorn
trapped in it tomb by a simple foul who found a blasted sword
and with it he sealed this this beast so real in the depth of this mound
never to hear a single word till time ends it scorn
but what is this a simple hiss of a passing drow
maybe this beast will escape at last for this drow touches the sword....
