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