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From claw and fang and gleaming eye, I call the thing that learns to fly— Scales like night, a breath of fire, Rising from the smoke and pyre. Wings unfold on rushing air, Eyes that burn with knowing stare. Flesh from shadow, bone from flame— Beast of nighttime, hear your name.
Just a little spell cast by Claude and me.