Within the new gleaming forest. Rainfall without reprieve. Thunder a raging tempest looms concealment of what lurks is I. Distantly in the great field vast of land a settlement of life soon to be ridden of no hindrance to thy presence. Mercy falls unto fate full moone sighte, grueling actions take forme. Spare me not. No weapons harm this form. Merely not felled a shell nearly impenetrable. Without consciousness of aware in wretched coil. Visions of rage, taint aggression, revisioned torment again. Searching longing to rid the beaste of man inside. I shan't for tis now thy inner self. Accept what granted to thee. I followe her dreame even if they are impervious
