And of this beast I shall devour its soul,
In shadows deep where darkened whispers roll,
With fangs of fire and a heart of stone,
I seek the essence, the marrow, the bone.

Through tangled woods where the wild winds wail,
I chase the echoes of a haunting tale,
A creature born of nightmares, fierce and bold,
Its spirit glimmers, a treasure untold.

With every step, the ground beneath me shakes,
The air grows thick with the tremors it makes,
Yet in its eyes, a flicker of despair,
A spark of life, a truth laid bare.

I shall not strike with mindless, raging might,
But with a hunger that craves the purest light,
For in this dance of predator and prey,
I find the beauty in the fray.

And as I feast upon the shadows cast,
I’ll weave the threads of future with the past,
For in this act, a bond is forged anew,
A symphony of souls, both fierce and true.

So let the night embrace this primal call,
For in the depths, we rise, we fall,
And of this beast, I shall devour its soul,
To claim the darkness, to make myself whole.