It called itself The Saint

Once in a city grander, even then yours we prospered
But it did not last
Our great machine abandoned us
And when we pursued it
You sent something back
A creature fueled by hatred
It tore through our great houses like they were nothing
And then it came for the rest of us
Nowhere was safe from its insatiable rage
In its eyes even the most innocent of eliksni was still fallen
It could die, but it would not stay dead
It would shake off the rot and rise again
And if it caught you in it’s crushing embrace, Impaled you on bracket crest
Dragged you screaming into its foul shell
None lived to speak of these horrors

It called itself.... The Saint
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Mods please let this through, this was so hard to write