by Charles Lowe

Created on: November 09, 2009

He roams the desolace day and night.
He fills mans soul with so much fright.
This creature is not from above,
He shows no pity or love.
His breath is of the depths of hell,
From Satan he must have fell.
His eyes are dark and cold.
A glimpse of him will make your legs fold.
You cannot run or escape,
Death you cannot fake.
His nature is to seek and destroy,
For him you are but a toy.
There is no use in fighting back,
Armor he does not lack.
His armor is made of chains and bone.
He can't be destroyed by dark magic alone.
Many wizards and warriors have tested his might,
Yet their blood is still dripping through the ground tonight.

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