Atop the mountains tall and strange,
Abottom seas of change,
There are beasts of strangest strains
Who’d die upon the plains.
Beasts with breath of burning wind,
Brutes of stony heart and skin,
Bucks who trample on the stars,
Boars sleeping on Hades’ bars,
Behemoths who must send all fleeing –
Beings barbarous but being.
Beasts of which we’re all afraid
Who’d die on Normal’s blade.
I’ll miss them if they ever go
And leave us safe but all alone.
Illustration by DALL-E.