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The Beast

by The-Wylde-One

The beast terrible the beast great. Its claws like swords it's mind bent on hate. It's teeth like daggers and its eyes glazed, its strength incredible and its heart ablaze. Fear ye traveler of this fearsome beast. Fear ye wanderer lest ye become its next feast It's treachery brilliant it's deception resilient, it's lust for blood far greater than a mighty flood. The fear it brings stretches far across the vast seas. The horror it beholds brings the faithful too their praying knees. It cannot be caught this fearsome beast It cannot die and never sleeps. It's always moving always searching always hunting ever lurking. It smells fear from miles away. It brings death to all, and many each day. So tread ye careful wanderer, step lightly and be on guard. Walk briskly through the darkened forests ever be wary of this fearsome unbreakable beast.
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Nov 6, 2014
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#fear#death#sleep#horror#wanderer#forest#hunting#beast#lurking#fearsome
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