Wednesday, 1 July 2026

Basilisk and Cockatrice

 A moral poem written by Destruction

I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rocky shore
I looked upon the basilisk 
With eyes of stone, I looked no more.

I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
Chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice

One cannot gaze with eyes of stone.

To look  upon a basilisk
Is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and nevernice.

For it can never be denied
Life isn’t pleasant, petrified.


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