Demon Of Yore

He sat
In his chambers
The head of the ball
Where they banged
On black gongs
Till they broke
Out in song
The tune of the flagon
As strong as the kraken
He sat
In his chambers
Just smoking this dragon
The tendrils were black
And they rose from the floor
Collecting those ashes
Protecting those doors
That need not protecting
A beast they did bore
With a hunger and thirst
Like never before
The dragon has woken
The kraken has spoken
His focus unbroken
A demon of yore