Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 2. This one is a -1 creature. I’m gonna hazard a guess that many -1 creatures will have rather short poems as a result of not having many super flavorful abilities to describe and sometimes not much in the way of lore. Enjoy!
From the Journal of Vyscaria
I’m still in that same village. Their wererat problem is well in hand now.. They think. I probably I’m still in that same village. Their wererat problem is well in hand now.. They think. I probably won’t stay long enough to find out for certain. I did fine, however, a beautiful sight to behold. Nestled in the branches of the highest tree near the village is a nest… I don’t think anyone would actually call this fella a monster, but I’m gonna scribble some lines about him anyway. Too pretty not too. Besides, I’m finding this song-writing thing fun!
As long as any light yet remains
Their vision will stay pure..
Only when the dark truly reins
Does their sight become unsure.
With powerful wings to fly them away
The eagle soars high above us,
Only descending when hunting their prey
Which they capture with nary a fuss…
They gracefully dive and rapidly tear,
With talons sharp and ready.
When they alight back into the air,
Their wings are swift and steady…