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Cronus

He came in with an incurable plague His dismal figure reeked of death and decay Everything he touched withered into imminent demise He is a baleful pestilence, roaming. With impure intention, he waited Like a prey in the night, lurking through nigtmares His insatiable hunger permeated the depressive night Haunting, starving. He found me wandering… Continue reading Cronus