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Madcoil: Nightcrawler


Something lingers in the dark, waiting in a pool of shadow.
Something tainted leaves a mark in the place it lies unseen


Crippled magic, left behind, grows in strength and grows in evil.
And its casters now would find it has grown foul and obscene.


Lightning splits the angry skies. Cat and serpent locked in struggle
Come too near to where it lies, feeding on the lightning's fire.


Now it takes them unawares, molds and twists and shapes and severs,
'Til within dark magic's lair something rises from the pyre.


Something new is born this night, born in hurt and fear and anger,
Creature formed of magic's might, born to hate and rend and kill.


Hunger nothing can appease, for it feeds on pain and dying,
Everything before it flees, lest they be caught by its will.


Something more than mortal hate, spoiled like a thing long left dead,
Feeding on its own dark rot, basking in its dreams unclean


Something lingers in the dark, waiting in a pool of shadow.
Something tainted leaves its mark in the place it lies unseen