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A changeling by nature,

Dark forces disguise

To manipulate the mind.

Clambering to the path,

Filthy and tattered, a vagabond

To invoke pity and leach off of

An honest, unsuspecting soul.

“Can’t you see?

There is nothing left of me.

I’ll show you the way;

It’s a small price to pay

To dissipate the agony.”

Dissipate the agony

Through false hope and sorcery.

Demons manipulate as they do

To stifle the only truth and

Steal away through false hopes and lies

The chance to open one’s eyes.

Stripping the stone from its pouch

With a delicate grasp,

An exhalation of contemptuous relief.

“Come Come, this way at last.

The path will take you home from here.

There is nothing left to fear.”

Retreating to the sinister shadows

Once again reveals its truest form.

A black and toothless grin;

“This time I will win.”