Many a man lay hidden in the land, quivering from head to toe.
As the moon lay down and the sun strikes again, burning light engulfs the humane.
Alas it is not the burning light but a burning from an ungodly presence.
A presence that makes the bravest soldier scream for mercy as if he were to be claimed unworthy of the gates to hell.
None who saw the beast lived to tell the tale for their last inhale was quick.
Quick as the swipe of its claws that smashes the man to the ground.
A ground covered in the remains of what once ran through and through the men that once quivered.
In their death they are still.
Calm as the waters on a placid day.
A placid day this was not.
The ground shook with each step the beast took. Each blade of grass seemed to be startled from a slumber that was a number of times greater than mere mortals could ever dream to comprehend.
Sickly souls were a sight to see as the gore of the land was spread.
Glory sings the sprites as they arise from the feild.
Such a fear the beast took to the sprites,
It's eyes now bulged with terror.
They sang to the heavens, they sang to the feild.
