Across the Moors came the beast.
It's head a horror of teeth, horns, and dark evil eyes.
It's 3 metre body muscular and dark
A long tail, razor sharp, ready to strike
Death followed the beasts tracks, trees burned, water turned to steam
The beast arrived at it's destination
End of thyme
End of valiant knights
End of tranquility
And dang, who cut the cheese?