Destiny of Onyx
He looms as twilight fades away.
Dark secrets he needs to bury,
His stealth silhouette surreptitiously waits for his prey.
Leads are here but paths all blurry.
Clues vanish in the black vortex.
Oh misty night are you the confidante of Mystery?
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