I boast of my beasts hunt
Their blood red eyes crimson the moons light,
Their mad cries quake even the stars of night,
Their intents dark enough to eclipse sunlight.
I taught them well,
Maybe too well.
I boast of my beasts hunt
At their roars flames of hell seem so slight,
And even deathly demons cower in fright,
I their teacher smile at this very grand sight.
I taught them well,
Maybe too well.
I boast of my beasts hunt
How eagerly they destroy and devour in delight,
With whips and bursts of harsh words that bite,
I bludgeoned out all pity for any preys plight.
I taught them well,
Maybe too well.
I boast of my beasts hunt
Sadly like all the rest fear grips my throat tight,
Since its too late to teach them wrong from right,
Even I am not safe from their insatiable appetite.
I taught them well,
Maybe too well.
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