Hell hath no fury,
Paling in comparison,
A tiny few ripples in the pond.
This aura eclipses suns,
A field of reality shifting –
So sly –
As to not be aware you’re in it.
Like the eye of the storm,
Force of nature,
Unable to stop myself.
Glutton.
Beast.
Monster.
Run.
Please.
Run.
Cryptid Auras.
