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Fear

Sleeps in the dark of

Cavern.

Breath

And there's a stone

In breast

Black pus oozes out between the scales

Venomous steam is alike a shroud

Air from the throat is plague-infected

A Wyvern is midst marshy sewage

Tail

Like a knife

Stings.

Shivers

Body with tremble

With heat.

Raising lacerated wings in vain

Throws on the ground

Bloody mercury runs in the dirt

Wound gapes in the middle of a breast

Tearing through the drifts

Brunches, giant roots

In the middle of a rotten abyss

Into the shelter of marsh creature

Writhing with horrible stench

wizzard is stretching his arms

To the tight lump

His reward is a heart

Night

Everything around

Wispers

Away!

With blood you're

Marked

There

In the jaws

Of woods

Now there're

Only

Bones