Owlbear

Owlbear ​The marble of the skull begins to fissure and to fray The human face is butchered as the spirit turns to grey. The radius is snapping like a branch of frozen pine The marrow leaks out bitter like a dark, ancestral wine. The skin is ripped in ribbons, hanging tattered, wet, and raw As ivory plates are driven through the furnace of the jaw. The spine erupts in jagged quills, a black and oily fan The beast begins its harvest of the fragments of the man! ​The ribcage is a cage of thorns that's bursting from the chest The pulse of ancient hunger is the only law confessed. A brutal transformation in the silence of the mud A grand and stoic epic written in the cooling blood! ​A MONOLITH OF FEATHER, FUR, AND GORE! The apex god of the killing floor! A feathered titan, silent and immense A grand and predatory recompense. A massive horned beak upon a grizzly’s torso set A nightmare made of muscle that the world cannot forget! With talons forged in nightmares, serrated and wide There is no longer any place for cowards to hide! ​The hunters boast of iron while they shiver by the spark While I descend, a ton of death, a shadow in the dark. I track the scent of adrenaline, the salt upon their skin I watch the heavy trembling of the mortal world begin. I drop from freezing canopies, a mountain made of hate To snap the spine of arrogance before they realize fate. The beak is curved and obsidian, a blade of polished horn I feast upon the vanity of those who were not warned! ​PULVERIZE... THE... BONE! (The marrow drains) SILENCE... EVERY... GROAN! (The predator reigns) CLAIM THE BLOOD-STAINED THRONE! (The silence stains) ABSOLUTE. DOMINATION. ​The fire is ash. The blood is stone. THE BEAST IS FLESH. THE MAN IS GONE.