Arcaim!
With wings so crisp
And claws so strong
Intentions unknown
And nowhere to belong
A fearsome sight
As he creeps alone
At one with the night
Of mischief he is prone
Beware the warrior
Of Dark purple is he
With strength like a lion
Do not dare to disagree
Sinister are his ways
But sadness lies beneath
Do not try to help
Or you shall be bitten by his teeth
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