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Pitch black night envelops the sleeping world;
No moon, no stars, oppressing awful cloud
Lies like an evil curse upon the land,
And the bleak cold dawn is yet far away.
The forest's fearful primaeval silence
Is broken by the breaking of branches,
As unknown creatures go about their dark
Nocturnal deeds of mutual slaughter.
Unseeing trees loom in those dreadful depths;
Savage, broken, vicious, eldritch fingers
Reaching upwards to the starless sky,
Sylvan guardians of the forest denizens.
Wind, cold wind, like a breath of noisome ice,
Rustles the leaves and chills my ancient heart;
My world is sad and rawly desolate,
Alone and hated by humanity.
But, beast from blackest Hades that I am,
I have no option but to hunt and feed;
My bloodlust will neither abate nor end
Till I have supped my fill of writhing death.
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