The scavenger of
souls,
no respecter of
seasons,
wraiths the
planet
hungry as night.
He will drip his
progeny
nightmare into
your eyes
and fill your
ears
with darkness
camouflaged
as day.
But he cannot
bear a candle,
each wounding shaft
of light
sends him
scurrying
to undead shadows
and the rotting
hunger
of defeat.
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