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BARGORT
In shadows deep, where darkness breeds,
A beast emerges, seeking to feast. With riddles sharp, it toys with fate, Luring prey to tempting bait. In labyrinthine whispers, it speaks, A challenge thrown, the prey it seeks. "Answer true, or face the blade, Bring gifts and homage, make a trade." A dance of wits within the night, Survival hinges on insight. Bring offerings, appease the foe, Navigate the maze, escape the woe. In crimson strands, its power weaves, A tapestry of fears it conceives. For those who play the game just right, Survival becomes their guiding light. |  |
