Tracing inked creases between split rock,
A slinking dragon over each cracked block,
Onyx scales sleek as the night sky,
Fuel for your spirit he will supply,
This is the beast, murmuring to your mind,
Directing an urge that is normally blind,
Fingertips of evil, drumming down your spine,
You know he's thinking, "ah now, you're mine."
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