"The Beast of Ashmore Lake" by Jessica Warner

It lurks where we won’t go, beneath the lake;

The beast of Ashmore’s spoken of in awe:

Just one sole thing can make the monster quake.

Ashmore Lake’s a tomb of man’s mistake,

Lined with thick black mud that will not thaw;

It lurks where we won’t go, beneath the lake.

I heard it looks horrendous, half-awake,

With pitted sweating skin and swollen jaw;

Just one sole thing can make the monster quake.

It leaves it’s carrion reeking in it’s wake;

Old bones litter cave and forest floor;

It lurks where we won’t go, beneath the lake.

But still it fears one thing it cannot break;

One spirit that won’t waver or withdraw:

Just one sole thing can make the monster quake.

No foe more wild than Man could this beast make;

So fears the human race - no less, no more;

It hides where we won’t go, beneath the lake;

Just one sole thing can make the monster quake.