Tell me your secret in exchange for mine.
Let me bedazzle you line by line.
No one has told the tale of my mysterio.
Misunderstood, they call me weirdo.
My body is worth ten ships of gold
But my spirit’s prone to feeling cold
Warm flesh and blood sustain my power
Who hears my secret, I right away devour.
Xeno Hemlock 
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