Poem Courtesy of @Qui Devorat
Better get ready...
You hold your bow.
Better get steady.....
The perception of time takes it slow.
Then it comes.
After the sun.
Going on a rampage,
Ripping through walls in a rage
Better have a mage to increase your fire
Or the retaliatory broadside
Will leave you to drown in a laser quagmire
It won't stop till you're dead
And that's a fact
By now it's raised it's head for the kill
So if you want to live, brace for impact!
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