The Crawling Demon Poem

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The Crawling Demon, vile and black,
Creeps along the moonlit track.
With eyes that gleam with malice bright,
It stalks the shadows of the night.
Its limbs contorted, twisted, long,
Its movements slow, deliberate, wrong.
Its monstrous form, a ghastly sight,
Bringing terror with each step of fright.
Its maw a pit of endless hunger,
Its voice a discordant, eerie thunder.
It preys on souls, both weak and strong,
Feasting on innocence all night long.
But fear not, for there is hope,
Against the Demon, one can cope.
With courage bold and weapons keen,
The Crawling Demon can be defeated, seen.
So stand your ground, do not back down,
Banish fear and wear the crown,
For in the face of darkness' might,
There shines a beacon of eternal light.