The End

In my den, black as pitch
Someone disturbs my slumber
Rock breaks on rock
Laughter filters down
Silly mortals
Bring what time will not allow

For I must sleep
A thousand more years
From my den, a roar of anger
Surely now they will leave?
Let me sleep
Peace

No, more rocks
It is too late
I am awake
I claw a path to the sky
Stupid humans
Now marks the end of the world
But first, perhaps a snack

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