In the annals of time, a tale unfolds,
Of an ancient being, whose story, untold.
Born of primordial essence, a creature of might,
He wandered through realms, a spectral blight.
In the tapestry of antiquity, his name etched in dread,
A mythical demon, with eyes glowing red.
From the depths of darkness, he ascended high,
An entity of malevolence, eclipsing the sky.
In the whispers of sages and the lore of old,
His deeds were woven, in legends bold.
A creature of shadows, with a heart turned black,
He left an indelible mark on the history track.
In the primordial abyss, where chaos took form,
He emerged, a being both powerful and warm.
Yet, as eons passed and power consumed,
His essence twisted, his benevolence doomed.
The ancients spoke of a celestial fall,
As his heart grew heavy, an infernal thrall.
From the peaks of grace to the depths of despair,
A once-pure soul became a creature unfair.
His visage transformed, now a nightmare's dream,
A mythical demon, a terror supreme.
His eyes, twin orbs of malevolent fire,
Gazed upon mortals with a darkened desire.
Through ancient forests and desolate lands,
He stalked with a purpose, his touch like burning sands.
Whispers of his name sent shivers down the spine,
A force of destruction, an ancient malign.
Yet, in the core of his being, a flicker remained,
A memory of warmth, now forever stained.
He roamed the realms with a conflicted soul,
A mythical demon, his heart a darkened hole.
Legends were spun of his sinister feats,
Of cities consumed in his fiery heats.
A demon of chaos, his name etched in lore,
A testament to power, forevermore.
In the silence of night, when shadows held sway,
He emerged from the depths, where darkness lay.
A silhouette against the moonlit sky,
A figure feared, as legends would imply.
His wings, tattered banners of forgotten grace,
Carried him through time and space.
A dance of malevolence, a symphony of dread,
A mythical demon, on the souls he fed.
Yet, in the echoes of eternity, a lament,
A yearning for solace, a repentant descent.
For beneath the guise of a demonic guise,
Lurked fragments of kindness, concealed from prying eyes.
In the forgotten corners of his desolate heart,
Whispers of remorse played a poignant part.
He, the mythical demon, a tragic rendition,
A victim of power, a darkened condition.
And so, his story echoes through the age,
Of an ancient being, trapped in a cage.
A cautionary tale of power and cost,
A mythical demon, in shadows lost.