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[bodytext] => A Feverish heat consumed the air The smell of forest…. Of wilderness…. It curled around me, dancing in the air.. Captivating my senses bringing about the unknown.. Releasing the beast.. Awaking it from it’s deep sleep.. Deliberately it awoke Oh what a domination! The feeling of it cascading through me Such overwhelming power! A shutter down my spine, A chill though my body… Consuming what energy I contained Overwhelmed by such a force… By such a beast.. It’s jaws opened letting out a mighty howl It was awake and ready for a hunt The metallic smell of blood devoured my senses The smell of sweet death. This was waiting to fulfill my lust Waiting to be release to the world.. The world of the night….. Incandescent was the moon Complete, it filled the raven sky.. My beast danced around me revealing to me it’s hunger to be sovereign The Beast flooded my mind forcing me out…. Forcing its way to the top removing all my will. Swallowing up my strength.. My bones began to shift, My teeth turned into fangs, My hands were no more… With eyes of gold I stared into the darkness of the night.. Ready for the hunt to begin.. Ready for sweet death to fulfill my lust for blood because… For now I was no longer human but a beast of pure destruction.. A leader of death… I was an end to someone’s life. Mors lupus of the night With a aghast howl I would bring youu to your death. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 40 [informant] => PommeDeSang3 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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