In shadows danced an otter sleek,

Its laughter hushed, its eyes so bleak.

Amidst the river's eerie flow,

A tale of darkness, whispers grow.

With nimble paws and cunning grace,

It hunted souls in moonlight's embrace.

In ripples black, it weaved its spell,

A creature cursed, from depths of hell

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