Haikumon

A respect for life Will be the origin of Loving destruction.

Poison-fed carnage Awaits all who approach the Inflatable fiends.

In the frozen wilds, Atop unclimbable peaks, Dwell toxic loners.

Weathered survivors Find themselves at Journey's End, Surrounded by ghosts.

Nothing is hidden That a determined searcher Cannot uncover.

The correct response To a pair of stone axes Is to start running.

Their orbs and antlers Will alter reality In ways you can't see.

Across blighted lands, The king's harsh benevolence Brought succour to all.

The king's deathly steed Relieves foes of their souls with Silent ruthlessness.

The king's frozen steed Crushes foes underfoot with Cold brutality.

Draconic power Turned crystalline jaws into A gestalt icon.

Insulated rings Turned boundless power into A luminous cage.

The pack's violence Is both terrifying and Rejuvenating.

The master of war Embodies wicked mountains Or surging rivers.

Two futures diverge; The student's fate decided By their chosen art.

Daylight ebbs away, Heralding the return of A repressed nightmare.

Allies of the king Are guarded forever by The adamant shield.