three snarling maws
drip flame
to the rough stone floor
from just inside
the obsidian cave
at the rear
of the gigantic cavern

six red eyes
glare out
malice
emanating in waves
to bathe the area
in knee trembling fear
in the unblinking stare

a low rumble
shakes
the stalactites
a shower of stone dust
falls
to fill the immediate vicinity
of the gates

three howls roar
a tempest of grit
as the realm
shudders
to warn off
any shades
foolish enough to approach