In crimson and azure depths,
A demon mask emerges from night,
Twin horns pierce the darkness,
While ember eyes ignite.
Metallic scales flow like liquid dreams,
Where scarlet meets midnight blue,
Ancient runes pulse with power,
On armor forged anew.
A crown of spikes adorns its brow,
Half-machine, half-mythic beast,
Where digital meets demonic,
Technology and magic feast.
Through geometric patterns sharp,
And organic curves untamed,
This guardian of virtual realms
Stands proudly, unashamed.
In its gaze, a story burns
Of future worlds unknown,
Where chrome meets crimson shadow
And darkness finds its throne.
A masterwork of form divine,
Where nightmares dance with light,
This fusion of the old and newCommands the digital night.