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In a forsaken village, where the wind howls through the night,

Beneath the pallid moon’s cold glare, the curse begins to bite.

A lone wanderer, cloaked in dread, returns to haunted lands,

Once a man of noble blood, now a beast with bloodstained hands.

Underneath the ancient trees, where shadows twist and leer,

The beast’s howl echoes through the night, instilling primal fear.

Once a guardian of the light, now lost to savage rage,

The moon's embrace transforms his soul, a demon from a cage.

In the eye of the storm, where terror takes its form,

The beast within unleashed, amidst the thunder’s swarm.

Through the forest deep and the village torn,

Rage and ruin reign, in the eye of the storm.

The villagers, with torches high, seek to end the spree,

But in the heart of tempest’s eye, their fate is sealed, they see.

No silver, no prayers, can halt the cursed night,

In crimson tides, hope subsides, engulfed in feral might.

A maiden fair, with heart so pure, confronts the beast alone,

In her eyes, he sees the past, the life he once had known.

But the storm within is far too great, his humanity long gone,

With one last cry, beneath the sky, the nightmare rages on.

In the eye of the storm, where terror takes its form,

The beast within unleashed, amidst the thunder’s swarm.

Through the forest deep and the village torn,

Rage and ruin reign, in the eye of the storm.

As dawn breaks through the chaos, the beast retreats in pain,

The man returns, with bloodied hands, and memories of the slain.

In the quiet aftermath, the village lies forlorn,

A tale of woe, forever known, as the eye of the storm.