The eyes of the Fallen
Casted downwards
Just a shadow remains
From the ashes
Rises a new terror
Untold in its horrific glory
A vortex of confliction emotions
The beast senses something new
Confused
What is this new scent?
It followers the trail
A sense of awe overtaking the creature
And it returns to where it came
To begin the cycle over again

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 389 AF.