5 acessos
He heard the beasts howl
The air was thick and foul
He prayed it was just a dream
And then he heard the scream
He armed himself with his spear
His hands were trembling with fear
Peaking between the door
He saw the inconceivable terror
The horror, the horror
He stabbed the beast
But it vanished into the misty fog
There lay his deceased
Maimed in deathly shock
From behind - translucent hands
Sink their nails in his throat
Ripped apart - his bloody spurts…
The wizard gloats