Three long years now had past
In the old dungeon cold
The dark magic guards cast
The man deformed and scaled
His cellmate screamed in pain
The lizard genes unveiled
Slowly the friends died
Pondering their cruel fate
Revenge stirred inside
Bitter hate filled his mind
His deep sorrow faded
Now a hot rage confined
Refusing to eat or sleep
Then deranged with sharp rocks
He cut in his flesh deep
The beast drawn
Control
Gone
The lizard man swung mad
And killed his old cellmate
The only friend he had
The stiff dead he consumed
The corpse he knew not
Soon the man resumed
His humanness returned
With it a pale shock came
The dark spells worked, he learned
Agony firmly gripped
And overtook the man
Once more, guards stripped and whipped
Now chained fast to the floor
For his torture trial
As countless times before
But this time he had passed
After three years he now
Knew the dark spells at last!
His heart shuttered
His experiment now
Foul magic he uttered
He made his curse his own
The raging beast awoke
But he was not alone
The true princess did stare
In the corner hidden
Forbidden to be there
The lizard man tore up
And gored the evil guards
On their sweet bones did sup
Escaping through the night
He spurred rebellion
And a revenge for his plight
His mad terror ran red
Anger is a monster
It leaves us cold and dead
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The Fantasy Man
FantasyThe adventures of a nameless man in a fantasy world sung by ancient bards of Garia. There's a life lesson in each. There's a part of the Man in each of us.
