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Swinging shadow perched upon the wall

Your shiver a cold oscillation in the creeping wind.

A swift shade you are, and before you many will fall.

Yet not even yourself can you hope to defend.

A malignant form rests itself on your shoulders, and imparts on you a thirst.

Ever gnawing at your throat, a thirst neglected takes from its host until death is incurred.

Its prowess derived from heart twisting spite will be cause of calamity and unending strife.

Its powers will grow with each crippling strike as each step draws closer to the blackest of plights.

Standing still standing on their broken bones.

Cleaving and consuming their pawns, (their pawns)

My demon hunts for blood in the wake of my foes

But this loyal beast hath forsaken me unto deepening woe

Your prowess derived from heart twisting spite will be cause of calamity and unending strife.

Your powers will grow with each crippling strike as each step draws closer to the blackest of plights.

Grim is the indulgence of revenge.

Quietly it creeps into your thoughts.

Violently it perturbs and rots.

Meaningless becomes what one's will intends as the ichor of red invades, controls, and rends.

Desolate is my path, watch as it endlessly extends.

You are a distorted creation, lingering in the dark.

A violent dream is now your manifestation,

Always waiting, always watching.

Hunting those who have destroyed your reality.

You damn them, devastate them, and take from them perpetually.