Travelling through the eye of the storm,
I look ahead and see a creature of some form,
He’s howling ferociously, calling upon the rain,
Then he shakes his wild, impressive mane.
His eyes – bright red and they almost glow,
And those paws could kill me with a single blow.
But, working my way up to the ends of those paws,
I glance upon his razor claws.
I hide behind a mangled tree,
And pray to the gods that he doesn’t see me.
I must defeat him, for it is my job,
But to truly do this, his heart I must rob.