Cry of the Nagual (Type 2)

Laid at night, the path is cold. A man's return, a story told

Whispers creep, a tale unfolds. In the park, horror bold

A woman's cry, a mournful sound. Echoes through the haunted ground

He ventures close, his heart unbound. A creature strange, by fear he's crowned

Cry of thunder, dark moon, dark and deep. Haunting nights when shadows creep

Full of the beast, secrets keep. In the silence, nightmares seep

Eyes of sorrow, burning bright. In the moon's eerie light

Massive form, a ghastly sight. Frozen still, a chilling fright

Ancient lore of beasts untamed. Shapes that shift, souls unclaimed

In the darkness, fear is named. Nightwell's cry, the nights proclaim