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The darkness casts its cool embrace, sheltering the coming storm.

In a land of fallen grace, where angelic beings fear to tread.

Restrained and resting, the beast is a shackled slumbering form.



The mind twists and turns to cope with stress.

But what happens to the splinters torn?

They simply gather into an animal form.



Chained and caged, put on display,

The hunter tires and fights no more,

The beast lays sleeping, resting, dreaming.

Calls to violence are heard no more.