When Lords and Ladies quest for fame A Beast will touch the land with flame
Good men will die, their wives will mourn While children weep for fathers gone
With swords for teeth and skin of steel With arrowed claw and poisoned heel
The Beast will grow and spread its wings
Destroying rogues and making Kings
When all my pages fill with lies Let slip the Beast and see it rise
Till one who understands this verse
Commands the Beast and breaks its curse