In the heart of the wild, where shadows lie,
Roams a creature fierce, with piercing eyes.
With thunderous steps, it shakes the ground,
a titan or terror,
fearsome and proud.

Anjanath, with jaws like steel,
A prehistoric nightmare,
a relic untamed, in ancient forest,
its mighty presence claimed.

its maw agape, filled with dagger like teeth,
A predators hunger, a relentless beast.
Lurking in darkness, it awaits to strike,
with primal instincts, it likes to survive.

through tangled foliage, it prowls with grace,
its massive tail, a weapon to embrace.
a creature of fire, its breath scorches the air,
leaving behind nothing,
but a trail of fiery despair.

but amidst the terror, a beauty resides,
in its vibrant plumage, where colour hides
a creature of contrast, both fearsome and grand,
a testament to natures masterful hand.

Yet, even the mighty have monsters to fear,
for hunters would come, their blades draw near.
with courage and skill, they'd face the beast,
to prove their mettle, to join the feast.

But Anjanath, a legend it became,
a creature unmatched, forever to reign.
in tales told by fire, by hunters bold and true,
its name would echo in hearts it slew.

So, heed the tales of this massive dread,
of Anjanath, both alive and dead.
for in the realm of monsters, it stands alone,
a creature of awe, who makes itself known




- Kayonnaise