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In the depths of the forest, where darkness resides,

A legend arises, in shadows it hides.

Camille Monfort, a name that brings fear,

A shapeshifter’s presence, whose power is clear.

For centuries, from form to form,

Through battles and bloodshed, she weathers each storm.

From wolf to raven, from mist to flame,

She takes what she wants, in this immortal game.

Through the mist of nights, in darkness so bright,

The ancient changeling, an eternal fright.

With eyes like fire, in a blood-red gleam,

Camille Monfort rises, the queen of the scream.

Her victims cry out, but no mercy is found,

In every shifting shadow, her presence is bound.

A thousand faces, but none truly her own,

Her essence is timeless, though her body is stone.

Blood-soaked paths, where terror takes root,

She hunts without pity, in pursuit of the loot.

The moon is her witness, the night is her slave,

In every form she takes, her soul stays brave.

No sanctuary in sight, no dawn to be seen,

Where Camille walks, there’s only the obscene.**

Through the mist of nights, in darkness so bright,

The ancient changeling, an eternal fright.

With eyes like fire, in a blood-red gleam,

Camille Monfort rises, the queen of the scream.

Hear the cries of the tormented, in forests deep,

Where she stalks the living, no one dares to sleep.

Her claws or her wings, her teeth or her blade,

Each shape she assumes, her enemies are betrayed.

The legend becomes truth, when the moon bleeds bright,

In her eternal reign, no foe dares take flight.

She commands the abyss, the darkness obeys,

In every cursed night, her shadow stays.**

Through the mist of nights, in darkness so bright,

The ancient changeling, an eternal fright.

With eyes like fire, in a blood-red gleam,

Camille Monfort rises, the queen of the scream.

In the whisper of the winds, in the rustling of trees,

Her name is a curse, carried by the breeze.

Camille Monfort, her form undefined,

A legend of horror, through centuries entwined.