Obsidianserpent
Senior Member
In the sphere where shadows dance and play,
A skinthief and witch doctor stray.
Bound by fate, through abyss they glide,
Chasing demons where secrets hide.
Eldritch born with powers arcane,
Through tempests fierce and hellish bane.
A serpent's whisper, a lorekeeper's guise,
In halls of illusion, truth belies.
A Leviathan's roar, a conjurer's scheme,
Unraveling threads of a forgotten dream.
In the obelisk's shadow, runes entwine,
Where fate's fabric frays, destinies align.
Witches’ fire and spirits’ call,
In Serakh's sphere, they rise or fall.
A journey dark, with betrayal rife,
Godlings walk a razor's edge of life.
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