The scaled beast lifts its wings
his wrinkles slowly shifting
grunting from the pain oh it stings
thy beast tries to land; its soul starts twisting
Now resting on a rock looking to the sea
the beast takes its last breath
now slumber begins a feeling of being free
its ancient eyes were cold as death
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Author:
Ethan Mikel St.Amour (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2026 00:14
- Category: Sad
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