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With shimmering form, enormous and dark,
Swooping silently on the unwary,
Your claw-tipped tendrils snuff out the life-spark,
It's a fool who would linger or tarry.
Merciless feaster, swift bringer of death,
Those who come near you will take their last breath.
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Created: August 17, 1999; Updated: August 9, 2004