The cold graveyard wind gusted,

Cross the tombstones,

As she walked,

Something slithered from the dark,

Something with a cold scaly hide,

Her heart was almost paralyzed with fear,

A strange mist appeared,

The kind of mist that kills,

The cold slithering noise came again,

Along with a river of red scales,

She screamed,

A giant beast appeared,

The women looked into its brazen eyes,

Nobody saw what happened after the beast opened his mouth.