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Grotesque and yet entrancing
The ink stained poet.

Curled black horns, that off white face.
Grotesque and yet entrancing.
Its movements animalistic.
Yet it gives off the impression of dancing.

Inky tendrils twist along the walls.
Whenever the creature is near.
Draining all hope from its victims.
Until there's nothing left but fear.

That demonic grin that adorns its face,
A warning sign to its prey.
You're trapped in its sick, twisted game
And all you can do is play.

The little devil darling.
Twisted into a creature of demise.
Its killings are quick yet merciless.
With your cries of pain its prize.