In cosmic depths, a shadow dwells,
A demonic oracle, in blackness swells.
Its whispers creep, in silence roam,
In starlit voids, its eerie home.

A creature born from nebulas’ scream,
Crafting illusions, a sinister dream.
Its eyes, like voids, devoid of light,
Gaze into souls, deep in the night.

In tongues unknown, it speaks its lies,
Under the watch of cold, dead skies.
Promises made in velvet tones,
Its words like daggers, cutting bones.

A trickster, cloaked in starless hue,
Distorting real for false, untrue.
Each lie it weaves, a tangled thread,
In minds of those it fills with dread.

It lures the lost, the seeking minds,
In cryptic riddles, the truth it binds.
A maze of deceit, a labyrinth vast,
Where hopes and dreams are overcast.

In galaxies far, it sows its seed,
Of doubt and fear, a darksome breed.
Its power grows with each soul caught,
In webs of lies, a battle fought.

This alien specter, a phantom grim,
In shadows dances, on the brink.
A puppeteer of destiny’s thread,
In silent whispers, its lies are spread.

So beware the oracle in the night,
That tricks the mind with false light.
For in its grasp, reality fades,
In the dark embrace of its sinister shades.

Remember this, when stars align,
The entity lurks, where darkness twine.
A cautionary tale, of the unseen snare,
Of the demonic oracle, in its lair.