Nefarious
I am the ghastly red face consigned upon a black canvas. The capacity of my hands become quite knavish tricks with minacious intent. I am the ineluctable doom the will run down your way like trailing clouds of lightning. I drink your blood and I feast on your skin.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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