Ulgrath, the Troll In þe blacke wode, where no lark singeth fair,
There wandereth Ulgrath, sworn lord of despair. 🌲🖤
With club of old oak, knotted, rune-scarred, and vast,
And moss for his mantle, with roots holding fast. 🌿🪵 His maw gapes red in þe midst of his frame,
A pit without bottom that knoweth thy name. 🩸👄
Go not at dusk, nor stir leaf nor stone—
For Ulgrath yet hungers, and the wood is his throne. 👁️🌑💀 Available as flash! DM for this unique piecec Customs and flash also...