Sunsplitter (Beasts of the Void #2)

Part Three

The beasts bleed gold, and smell of sun

A searing sweet, a burning bane

Woven not of endless Void

But dust and salt, wrought of the Plane

Beware the wings of scorching light

Be wary of the features shown

Warriors, wield gilded blades

Magicians, never face alone

Expect no mercy from your foe

Savor the feast, their gold ichor

Honor goes to those who hunt

To fell the beast, fierce Sunsplitter

— The Beast That Bled Gold, poem from the Twilit Plane