A Horror(D.l. lewis) Barren of old wounds, sympathy of sobs, the water still pours. Stiff was the bones, sore was the muscles, lonely was the mind. All hearing becomes muffled, pupils fade from vivid vision to discolored gray, and the tongue becomes dry to the taste of sand. . . His grimness embodied his essence of seawater. When he touches anything, vessels turn upside down in the turbulent oceans, claiming innocent lives. . . The collapse of all sloping towers would be almost certain under his fury, which was greater than that of God.

His crusted claws, powerful talons of an eagle, slayed-mangled-writhing the bodies of defenseless rabbits. In his beak, he ingested their bodies while alive. . . Death roared in howls: gurgling blood, exploding lungs, wheezing suffocating breaths, crackling bones, screams of agony, crumbling organs echoed from his mouth. He smiled in malice as he delighted in their anguish, while seated on his throne of scorching fire.

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