New Poem

I saw the mighty Beast stirring in its sleep
The Beast moving upon the land as quiet
As a thief in the night.
Hearing the Beast's stomach rumble across the
Land.
Its electrical hand touching and feeling the land below.
The mighty Beasts howls through the trees
It weeps for that it knows that it is shorted lived.

Everybody has seen the Beast more than enough, 
Some have seen the real destructive nature of the Beast.