by The Robocrat
A mythical being
|In a dark and cold land,
A desert of black sand.
Lives a horrifying creature seen by the least
They call the beast,
From the east.
Dark purple fur covers him whole,
His long white claws are anything but dull.
Long black horns atop his crown,
Make even the bravest back down.
Blood stained teeth as sharp as knives,
Guilty of taking many lives.
A long spiked tail he's used to fight,
Sends anyone running with fright.
Any wise man would surely know,
Stay away or your next to go.