Across a wasteland, gatherings of creatures fled
Fearing an unknown force, with eyes bloody red
Without knowing why, creatures would growl
Wherever the force was felt, gatherings howled
On flat land planes, tall grasses, or mountains
Creatures knew that force, chases until death
And it did, when it hungered, it would again
For something mysterious lingers in the dark
In the shadows that cannot be diminished
How it too must suffer, for such a hunger
