The Demon Priest Poem

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A demon priest, dark and forbidding,
With eyes that glowed, with fire unrelenting,
Cloaked in shadows, a sinister figure,
With a wicked aura, that made hearts quiver.
He chanted incantations, in a foreign tongue,
In a voice that echoed, the words unsung,
Conjuring spirits, from realms unknown,
A master of the dark arts, to the bone.
He wielded dark magic, with malevolent might,
Casting curses, with a sinister delight,
Summoning demons, from the depths of hell,
Bathing in darkness, under their spell.
His altar adorned with sacrificial offerings,
Blood and bones, and eerie markings,
A sinister smile, on his twisted face,
As he reveled in his unholy embrace.
Feared by many, yet worshipped by few,
A figure of terror, a force to rue,
He fed on fear, and the souls he'd devour,
A demonic presence, with unholy power.
But deep within, a tormented soul,
A tragic tale, that took its toll,
Bound to darkness, by a dark pact,
A fallen priest, whose faith had cracked.
Lost in darkness, he sought redemption,
In a world of shadows, a haunting reflection,
A demon priest, with a heart in strife,
Forever haunted, by his own inner life.