"The faithless ones without spine.

He bring the glory with no mercy.

He cry for blood they cry for tears.

You can't escape your fear.

In the blood moon, came the big bad wolf.

With bloodlust in his eyes.

Terror and thunder, before your naked lies.

His glory in full moon shine.

He was the chosen one, of the night.

Sent to kill and destroy.

Run mortal run, hide far away.

Eerie filled the sky, he descended and will stay.

Crave for blood, struggle without goal.

Freeze in boiling cold, the darkest story to ever told.

Burn to ashes in his light, with existence in his hold.

No salvation in sight, only he shall prevail.

Fear the sacred one, he'll hunt you without fail.

Hear the unholy tale, for you'll never cease to run.

Flee faraway, but never out of sight.

Plead and beg to his might, but the big bad wolf has just begun."

- Nick Xenix, The Writer Of Poems.

Note: Written on the 666th blood moon by Nick Xenix, The Writer Of Poems, his peers mocked his masterpiece in their ignorance, shaming and spreading rumors of him having affairs until he quit as a scholar and became an infamous storyteller. His other works were branded as made-up fairytales and his visions of other worlds never coming to light, until the Intergration came.

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