Listening to Thirteen is like walking through a raspberry patch: the sultry flutter of sun and shadow through the leaves, the flash of blood-red berries, the sudden snag of thorns. Sweet. Captivating. A little dangerous. There's no using it as background music; it pulls your attention away from anything else. But it's worth every minute you devote to listening to it. Most highly recommended.
- Elizabeth Barrette



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Shadowbeast
by Michelle Dockrey

In shadows of an unrepentant night
A figure at the edge of human sight
Slips swiftly in and out of time and space
Appears and disappears without a trace

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

Some see his hide ablaze with lightning spark
Some see his form of matte and fluid dark
But all his prey share one sight at the last
The glowing yellow eyes that hold them fast

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

You might look up and suddenly he's there
Or wake at night to meet his silent stare
There's one, they say, whose hand can hold him tame
But none who tell the tale has known her name

Beware the savage cry that rends the night
The seething form that swallows earthly light
The gleaming claws that carve the nightly feast
For nothing sates the endless hunger of the Shadowbeast

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