In a world that has been woven with our ow
Live Incubi that haunt us, cause us to shriek and moan.
The story-tellers fight them, but sometimes their too much,
The people haunted by Incubi are within a very tight clutch.
Including a man so disfigured by shame,
His entry was so painful, he forgot his name,
So he has a new one, simple and small.
Little does he know, he's a key part of his fall,
Or maybe it's 'was a key part', it's pretty hard to say
When a day can feels like 1,000 years, and 1,000 years can feel like a day.
So much pain was the cause of his suicide.
Who is the anti-hero that uses rags to hide?