As his Master slumbers in His cave
The vile Serpent feeds off the blind.
His Dread Lord kept as his slave
But a thought gnaws at his mind.
He knows his Judgment Day draws near
And trembling, always is that snake
For what the Serpent most does fear
Is when the Sleeping Giant does wake
Forever works to keep his Master bound
The Scaled Merchant prolongs his Age
Fate foregone, should he be found
For he knows the Master’s rage
Restless, he labors through the years
With the dread thought, he does quake
All his work, undone, he fears
Should the Ruddy One awake
Plying his trade throughout his time
The Serpent’s power holds sway
Keeping the world dark to his crime
His venom keeping the Giant at bay
But his constant toil causes him strain
All his energy, his labors do take
The strength of his venom, it does drain
Soon the Mighty One will awake
From inside the cave, comes a roar
Resonant, the snake shudders to hear
The moment that will delay no more
A last strike he attempts out of fear
Finding his venom no longer potent
Uncontrolled, now, the Serpent shakes
Now ‘tis Judgment Day, his Age is spent
For that dread Lord, Aryan, now wakes
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