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Lycanthropic Forest
The lightening sky threatens a new dawn, Shredding my eyes with legions of sunrays; The night cowers back in a dreadful daze, Taking my cloak of obscurity, gone…. The sun hacks ruthlessly at the darkness, Whipping my wild hunt into submission; The black loses its war of attrition, Signing my freedom to the white’s harness…. But though I now lay broken in defeat, Though I am sapped of strength with the moon fled, Though I have been stripped naked and confined, I will return to see my task complete, I will arise and see my rivals dead, I will get my revenge on you, mankind!
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