Like me, these beasts serve and obey your will
Unlike me, they cannot feel love for you
Your adversaries, they will hunt and kill
A beast feels no need to the facts review
You have only to point and speak the word
To unleash coiled muscle and rending teeth
So swift is their motion that eyes are blurred
In a blink, once above, you’re now beneath
How did you make them your dark instruments?
They could eat you, but from your hand, they feed
Did you mix rare, eldritch ingredients
To craft a potion fit to make them heed
Your every, cold and cynical command?
Explanations I’ll not live to demand
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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