Treasure Island

graham russell

(29-08-1970 / glasgow)

beast of codden moor


fear rides the beast of codden moor
the men are hunting the beast of
codden moor

it run, s as fast as legs will carry
it, s breath steam, s on air so crisp
it, s heart beats a tempo of it, s own
faster faster faster faster faster
you beast of codden moor

but men ride horse, s fast as wind
to catch a beast on codden moor
that falls and tumbles through the snow
upon codden moor

it raises a head of strengh and beauty
a horn of bone lies within the head
of a beast of codden moor

death comes quick as spears stab down
as swords swish as they find virgin flesh
on this beast of codden moor

Submitted: Monday, August 10, 2009
Edited: Monday, August 10, 2009
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