The Beholder

And so I cast my soul to sleep into eye of beholder wakes and sounds of iron clash and weeping. And permanent destruction we shall keep till day they die blood shall sleep until the bones are dry as death the beholder won't rest until everything's dead, death and destruction is all i see and it doesn't please me and so i cast one final  spell to put it back in it's sell and take my soul from which i seek to seal myself inside the beast. the dead ones rest in peace at last, and so now i become the dreaded beast to keep the world at peace, and when the world is in desperate need i shall wake the beast which is me and stop the evil's bane. Now the world praises my name but it drives me insane and then my soul is cast again into the beholders den where i am chaned forever more until thy soul is broken and dead i shall rest there forever with a gray look in thy eye all shriveled up and dead inside.