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Nocturnal beast

from southwest lands

rocky mounds, cloaked in fog

you trip and fall, the beast hears all

it knows no sense of kind or cruel

it seeks your blood, it eats your flesh

your ichor drips from it's furry breast

it stalks the lands, hunting for you

take your family after it takes you!!

*screams of the cursed*

Skulls of horse, sheep and bird

the legends told for decades heard

the beast is known, just superstition

mocked as a weak peasant tradition

travel not, upon the moors

for bladed fangs and crushing maw

will hunt you down across the land

and take your soul from Merlin's hand!!

Let there be light, to fill with dark

let there be life, to mark for death

let there be joy, to snuff with pain

let there be man, to rend insane

let there be love, to sever in two

let there be hope, of darkness due

let there be youth, for innocence flows

let there be peace, for war to hold

*screams of the haunt'd moor*

It's not a feline, it's a daemon beast!

Run run run run run run run run!!