The beast had risen, his job was clear
All who opposed him, knew death was near
But two warriors took the fight
And entered Tal Rasha's burial site
An angel had arrived and he had said:
great riches were to be found, bring me its head
One fighter was raised by the shield and the sword-
he would put down the monster in the name of the Lord
The other, a pale man who's magical breath
was enough to bring life from death.
The battle raged on, the men fought well
But the beast was borne from hell
With spikes for arms which gave an icy chill
that pierced their armor, and blood did spill
And the beast had no legs, it squirmed like a worm
it gave it more speed than any bipedal form
And so the fight raged on, for many an hour
the beast grew tired, its taste for blood had gone sour
The mighty man of holy light
Slew the monster in the heat of night
The cave shook from the bases of its foundation
But neither did care, they wanted what would await them
So the man of the Lord and the man of the dead
Went to the angel, with the monster's head
