The Basilisk
Its powerful, muscular body
Slides across the floor,
Tasting the scent of fear.
Hungry eyes dart back and forth,
Drinking in the terror
Its own being instills.
Its eyes open wide –
It turns once, twice,
Until the victim is still, paralysed.
Those who see it surely perish,
Those who meet it surely freeze,
Those who command it surely reign.