Smokey tendrils
Snake through the air
Crystallize
And they fall to the ivory floor and shattering
In a tinkling melody of destruction
In the wake of death
Solitude is born
Glinting in the soft darkness of the night
Dispelling the illusion of solid blackness
Luminescent orbs burn watchfully from around
Jaws click together
Responsive paws slip soundlessly over the loam
The beast pounces into the glowing ring
White fire illuminating its flowing muscles
Shadows flicker madly in a dance of death
Its eyes catch the light
Devouring it
And the darkness returns
The demon is gone