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I was once powerful, my evil greatly aweful,
All cowered bellow my reign, suffering through pain.
I was the king, born of a dark ring.
But a human I cursed, left me in a herse
All to defend my victims, souls reported missing.
Now I am weak, left to reek,
Clinging to a human's mind, trying to regain my kind.
But I will hold strong, manipulating people into wrong.
I am the puppetmaster, dictator of the roster,
In my kingdom of flame, I play my game.
Listening to a symphony of agony,
Torturing innocents, ruling with malevolence.
No one dare question my claim.
In my prime, I weaved a rhyme,
Made deals with mortals, promises of portals.
In exchange for souls, i'd award them gold,
Growing in power, with each passing hour.
I was once feared, darkness reared,
Though i'm nothing, no more bluffing.
Now I am weak, left to reek,
Clinging to a human's mind, trying to regain my kind.
But I will hold strong, manipulating people into wrong.
I am the puppetmaster, dictator of the roster,
In my kingdom of flame, I play my game.
Listening to a symphony of agony,
Torturing innocents, ruling with malevolence.
No one dare question my claim.
As darkness rises, I expell my dark surprises,
Feeding off the weak, I will regain my peak.
My host will soon be discarded, and I will be regarded.
Though humans fight, for reasons that elude my methods
An enigma I can't might, clinging to futile efforts.
Though alongside my triumvirate of despair, they will fail,
Falling and dieing, from wounds so bare, blood dripping into my pail.
I am the puppetmaster, dictator of the roster,
In my kingdom of flame, I play my game.
Listening to a symphony of agony,
Torturing innocents, ruling with malevolence.
No one dare question my claim.
My true form regained, a monster of pain,
A final stand is clear, but I'm no seer.
Those humans may fight, challanging my might,
But it won't matter, in the end, they will be batter.
But it won't matter, in the end, they will be batter,
I will come out on top, they will rot,
Forever trapped, suffering for enternity.
Their souls draft, in the kingdom I craft.
Humans once eluded me, but I learned the truth,
The galaxly looks out for them, even without proof.
But all's too late, they have met their fate.
I am the puppetmaster, dictator of the roster,
In my kingdom of flame, I play my game.
Listening to a symphony of agony,
Torturing innocents, ruling with malevolence.
No one dare question my claim.
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2025
Duration5:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark, Hard, Melencholic, Depressive, Emotion Dark,Hard,Melancholic,Depressive
Credits
Prompt by
DawnWolf
DawnWolfModelAria v4
