Chapter 1: The Tale of the Altered Beast
[Spoken Poetry]
As soon as the dust settles, you can see
A new world in place of where the old one would be
Your skin is crawling with dry, crusted mud
And your naked feet are wet in a pool of blood
And the whistle of the wind in your ears is so loud
That your memories have blown up in a mushroom cloud
And as your eyes accomadate, there appears by the meadow
A brute like a bear with a long, dark shadow
And you violently shake over what you have seen
As you remember the tale of the Altered Beast

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