The Crooked Man walked all alone,
With bones that cracked and breath that groaned.
He offered deals in shadows deep,
A promise made you’d always keep.
For every wish, a twisted price—
He’d grant your dreams, but think it twice.
Riches, power, love untrue,
Whatever you sought, he'd give to you.
But one dark night, the Crooked Man,
Was torn apart by fate’s own hand.
Dragged below to pay his debt,
His soul consumed, but not gone yet.
In death, he whispers from the shade,
Deals still struck, and bargains made.
Take his offer, and you’ll find—
Your dreams fulfilled, but cursed in kind.
For when you die, your soul he’ll take,
A crooked pact you can’t unmake.
And in the dark, forever scream,
Lost to the Crooked Man’s cruel scheme.
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