In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
A daring soul, a tale to tell,
With courage bold and heart aflame,
He ventured forth, an echo of fame.
The jungle stirred with primal might,
As twilight danced with fading light,
A creature forged in fearsome lore,
The Indoraptor, hungry for more.
With scales that glimmered, dark as night,
And eyes that glowed with hungry light,
It prowled the earth, both swift and sly,
In its presence, courage might as well die.
Our hero, brave, with dreams so grand,
Stood tall and firm, a steady hand,
Armed with hope and fierce resolve,
Against the beast, his fate to evolve.
But the jungle's call, a sinister hum,
A symphony of doom, a beating drum,
The ground quaked low, the air grew thick,
As hunger awoke the predator’s trick.
In a heartbeat’s pause, the hunt began,
The hunter became the prey; no plan,
The Indoraptor lunged with brutal grace,
A flash of teeth, the end of the chase.
The roar of dark, the taste of fear,
The thrill of life now drawing near,
In the jaws of fate, he met his end,
An echo of laughter, a soul to transcend.
For legends fade but never die,
In whispered tales and lingering sighs,
Of a brave young man, bold and free,
Who danced with shadows, now part of the story tree.
So raise a glass to those who dare,
To hazard all in fate’s cruel snare,
For though they fall and are swept away,
Their tales of daring will ever stay.
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