Deep in that deathly darkness,
Peering through a wall of shadows,
Tearing the night into shreds,
With it's piercing eyes,
That rust metal with a single stare.
Long fangs protrude from it's maws,
As pale as the Halloween moon,
Dripping with a putrid vile liquid,
That resembles that of human blood.
An evil aura emanates from it,
A mixture of black and red,
With a bit of violet dotted about,
Giving off a feeling of dread.
It's large body is covered with dark purple skin,
weird symbols are scattered about it's arms,
Ranging from it's shoulder,
To the tender flesh of it's wrists,
Possibly ancient arcane runes.
They bind the beasts true power,
From being unleashed upon the world,
A power which mankind would never dream of,
To Vaporize the existence of all life,
And leave it a wasteland of blood and ash.
The Wisp of Shadow is it's name,
Born from the darkness and hatred,
To despise our world of light,
Love and prosperity,
and happiness that it so despises,
In the confinements of it's prison.
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