In moonless nights, where shadows twist and writhe,
Felbat takes flight, on wings of ebon scythe.
No gentle creature, born of starlit gleam,
But harbinger of darkness, whispered in a scream.
Cloaked in nightmares, woven from fear’s embrace,
Its eyes like embers, burning in the space.
Razor-sharp claws, dripping with despair,
A silent hunter, haunting the cold air.
On leathery wings, it glides on silent dread,
Leaving nightmares scattered, where dreams once tread.
Whispers of madness, echoing in the mind,
Leaving victims trembling, sanity left behind.
But even darkness, hides a flicker of light,
For Felbat’s fury, born from endless night.
Twisted and tortured, by a world gone wrong,
It lashes out, in a haunting, mournful song.
So seek not to conquer, with sword or might,
But offer solace, pierce the endless night.
With empathy’s touch, and understanding’s gaze,
Unravel the darkness, through kindness’ gentle maze.
Then, the nightmare’s grip, may start to wane,
Replaced by whispers, of a sunlit plain.
For Felbat’s heart, beneath the fearsome guise,
Holds a hidden yearning, for starlit, gentle skies.
And as the shadows lift, and dawn breaks new,
The creature of darkness, may find solace too.
For in the depths of fear, where nightmares roam,
A spark of redemption, can find its way back home.