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Dark Titan

macabre intrusions,
the variety baneful,
stench of dungeon rust,
an incessant sound of trickles.


its avarice though rabid,
trapped by twin walls

tames it to definition,
traps it by constriction.


it would be lex talionis, it swears—
seething in anger
towards
pompous bearers of the resplendent
whose iron encumbers it.


but for a chance it had ignored of Prometheus,
the ruse seamless
, flawless,
light under the cover of shadow,
and they struck at the opportune moment
...

thundering roars ended in whimpers,
'
the Dark Titan is fallen!' they sang,
ire mutated into rage
the lucent robbing it of its majestic cloak.

it had to return,
balance had been upset,
with light they oppress—
their days unoccupied
by duels with darker forces.

they taunted it,
and its strength and will grew,

its umbrage tore the earth open,
and hades welcomed it home.

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