A malevolent mingling of fetid fumes
Conspires beneath the surface,
Peeking out to meet the mist;
An inkling of slithering purpose.
A spirit which grows
In the damp,
In the dark,
Finds sentience by an unforeseen spark.
Lusting, it hunts for a physical form...
In the city's bowels,
New evil is born.
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