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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1425774

A short horror poem about a dark sorcerer and his arcane magic.

The Song of Ignus Immane

I walk amongst the shadows,
along the paths unseen.
My soul is black as pitch.
My hands they are unclean.

Invoking names of midnight gods
and forgotten demons of the deep.
For into idyllic, peaceful realms
their slimy tendrils creep.
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