Punished as he should be,
Creature of thorns, broken steel, and shattered perception.
Ebony black, the King of Night.
Flesh and wing incarnate crashing through the cold abyss,
An amiss amalgam, non-euclidian in nature,
Born of nothing, hungry and seething,
Unknown in want, reason, purpose,
Grasping prey with talons like shards of glass.
Torturous sounds, the gurgling of blood interrupted with a screech, piercing,
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.