X is for Xylanthe

Born from hunger, born from desire Striving for ideals shunned by the idealistic Recreating yourself as an immortal monster Shunned by your former Aethyrian sisters Immortal Queen of the Dark Circle Offering guidance and protection to other monsters Waiting for bold and juicy heroes in your lair To come wandering into your waiting webs Now there are not so many adventurers Monsters are now considered nonhumans Humans are discouraging from hunting them Less and less would-be heroes are coming after you Too often you and yours are going hungry There’s opportunity in this Trouble at Caerac Keep Trouble your pawns are causing Terrifying the timid human sheep Arousing the bold would-be heroes among them Heating their blood to a fevered pitch You can’t wait to taste it When the bold come wandering into your webs Seeking answers, needing to fight their fears You’re only too willing to remind them That monsters still exist in the darkness.