Risk

Oh thou gentle spirit of deep thought

Why does thou fill the world with shadow?

Why do thou posses cruel skin,

rugged face and eyes of fire?

Why do thou harbour

the deadliest of snakes and scorpions?

 

Oh hear crunching spirit,

you send cowards running

with their tail between their legs.

Your roar shatters the iron teeth

of soldiers and warriors.

 

Your door remains tales

to the bravest of the bravest.

Your hut stands on the skull

of the boldest of warriors.

 

Only a chosen few

shall behold the beauty

of your fury.

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