Fiend of Fire and Sky: A Children's Nighttime Read
There's a beast from the east who's coming to feast.
He's got teeth and nails and flames and scales.
The villages cry when they see him in the sky;
they know the time is nigh that they will die.
The kingdoms swear at the Fiend of the Air,
for their might and spite cannot match his light
When he wakes he aches and childrens' bones breaks,
in a horrid attempt to repay their contempt.
It was long ago, through rock and snow that kings did go,
killing his kind, thinking they would find riches inside.
Now forever will his fever control the lever of whether
the kingdoms of man will continue to stand on land.
And if he kills as he wills with heinous thrill,
he will be within his right as Terror of the Night.
Greed with no creed will cause this world to bleed,
condemning, unbending; now and always unending.
Pay mind, little one, to the song that's been sung,
that wrong choices can lead to the Devil's Tongue!
Now sleep, don't weep, your eyes shut keep.
Unless, like those wicked kings, your bell also rings.