Beneath the boughs, in the darkest of night,
Breathes a beast with a fearsome might.
Bristling fur and burning eyes,
Battling foes and hunting its prize.
Bloodthirsty and bold, it prowls the land,
Battening on prey with a savage hand.
Bellowing roars that break the calm,
Bearing teeth like a deadly psalm.
Be wary of the beast's wild stare,
Beware the fangs that it will bare.
Brace yourself for the creature's wrath,
Before you face it on its path.
But the beast is more than just a brute,
Beyond the surface, there's a truth.
Beneath the rage and primal might,
Beats a heart that longs for light.
A creature of nature, wild and free,
Brimming with power and majesty.
A beast that's feared, but also revered,
Beneath its fearsome form, a soul appears.
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RAJA FAISAL SHAHZAD
As a story writer, I have a talent for crafting compelling narratives that captivate readers and transport them to different worlds. I possess a creative mind and a vivid imagination, which allow me to dream up unique.
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