East wing a haunted corridor
The doctor who would be paid for staying
Wanted to leave before tea that first evening
Swore in the furthest corner of the ceiling
In partial concealment, a vengeful demon made bleak appearance
Shadows long scheming, longer seeming, successfully breached worlds
Breeding curses, unfurling tendrils of swirling corpselight wended
A fiend defiant, defiling, defining life undeserving
Lurched from perch spreading batwings in blacksack triumph
Steam wreathing this havoc-wreaking griffin disappeared in an instant.
Alchemisland 
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