The Beast

His fangs so long, glow so bright
As they are bared to the light
They are strong and they are fierce
Into your flesh they will pierce
Across forked tongue flames will roll
Inside lives a darkened soul
His wings now spread open wide
Your fear quaking deep inside
Upon your knees you await
Which death will become your fate
Will it be by glossy teeth
Sharp as sword pulled from its sheath
Or by claws that rip and tear
With anger that will not spare
Would the fire now consume
Bringing forth your certain doom
And those wings that blot the sun
Surely show your death’s begun
For your trespass you will pay
This will be your dying day
See the beast you stand before
And hear now the dragon’s roar