🖤Mephistopheles🖤

As midnight falls across the Land, When shadows stretch and twist at hand, The creatures writhe, the timid flee, Their screams and whimpers weave the plea. Beneath the moon’s cold silver stare, Through tangled roots and fetid air, A presence stirs both dread and awe, The sovereign of the night’s dark law. Clad in the essence of drifting shade, His form by darkness finely made, Horns of obsidian pierce the gloom, Black wings unfurl, dispelling doom. Eyes like molten rubies flare, A gaze that strips the soul bare, Tattooed skin, pale as the grave, Muscles wrought in strength to enslave. Sharp features carved from fate’s own hand, A visage both cruel and grand, He walks where mortal hearts may fail, And whispers stir the midnight veil. He is Mephistopheles, reborn in fire, A soul once broken, now entire. To claim his stand, his due, his right, He rises swift from endless night.