It roams the grounds looking for nothing.
Bothers all who tresspass as if loathing.
Not a single item is left to rest.
Not a soul to withstand the test.
Millenia it has been here.
Millenia more to come without a tear.
The detestful being never slumbers.
Moans and screams deny its numbers.
Only one thing is sure to pass.
When faced with a pretty lass.
Love leads to an afterlife of fun.
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I have no clue where I was going with this, but it ended up at about the right place I think.
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