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 faters 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.