His eyes do glimmer with those evil glints,
Bow to the wrath of the underworld prince.
You have no control over your mind in his presence,
His aura fills the room with its detestable incense.
His mind is corrupted with the shadows of Earth,
The laughter he emits is inexcusable mirth.
He is handsome yet evil, gentle yet mean,
The most perplexing individual you will ever have seen.
He is full of energy, but moves real slow,
As if he'd like to rush, but has nowhere to go.
His stealthy stance draws eyes to his well-practiced grace,
As the hero draws near, he quickens his pace.
He better think quick, think of something to do,
For as soon as he dies, he will become you.
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