The Rising

Times upon the morning,
the eastern rising star,
along the way you hear the call
of the rising beast within.

Of course you cannot see it,
of course you cannot feel,
just dash along the daring path
while the beast doth follow suite.

Nightly voyages wander,
by stormy rock and foam,
with golden lust upon your breath
the beast doth surge again.

As night doth follow day,
so sleep doth follow it,
as your friends do take a peaceful rest
the beast has risen too.

The harsh end now strides too,
the bitter lust betray,
the lustful steel and bloody blade
the beast shall rise again.

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