Its putrid smell
Your secrets deep
To all will tell

Thick sweet scent
Composed of evil and blood
The winds blew seeking its victim
Comes the faceless demon on a fiery horse

Twisting black breezes
Race at a madman's pace
Cast monstrous shadows across the sky
Revealing the answer to questioning eyes
The soul was swallowed by its own lies


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