“Vibrant auburn cascading over full ebony attire,
Behold a most capricious, sanguivorous sire.
Donning a mantle so luxuriously detailed and defined,
Like a serpentine trail, it follows him from behind.
A most unfortunate fate for one to behold that horrible grin,
The next challenger merely to be a blood bag encased in tin.
His abode occupied by denizens assisting his sordid scheme,
The serpentine strands of Medusa eliciting many a scream.
And his azure and argentine-clad paladin,a prisoner as well,
An incarcerated soul forever condemned to his own personal hell.
Of indurate ebony and scarlet armor and a growing sadistic smile,
Such is the nature of this nefarious noble and crimson crocodile.
Basking in insidious immortality and caliginosity of his corrupted castle,
Woe upon all who must play the part of the unconsenting vassal.”
