Legend Lore: Mordicus

You'll be looking far for a swifter foe
Jaws of the Unborn brings only woe
Collecting essence of life for feeding
The Unborn's insatiable hunger pleading
Its step is far and fast between
Its arms are swords so sharp and keen
Its senses attuned to find your soul
Magical mending makes it blind as a mole
With its bladed hands it will you render
Unmoving and broken, minced and tender
Strong as teeth and crushing with might
But also weak to what teeth will fright