Noxus He Is

Noxus he is, a liar in the dark.

In the daylight, find his mark.

He shall search for a precious jewel,

But be as invisible as a ghoul.

Noxus he is, elusive and allusive.

His face oddly pale, expression deductive.

His hair disheveled and unnaturally painted,

His hand a fading red, curiously tainted.

Noxus he is, a shadowy drifter.

They claim he’s a shape-shifter.

Do not be deceived by his daylight guise,

Undetectable to the unwise.

Noxus he is, the unruly ruler of greed.

Plays by his own rules, devoid of heed.

He deceives and cheats for a single shine,

He’ll snatch it all before your time.

Noxus he is, as silent as void,

As noiseless as breaths to avoid.

He slips through crowds without a trace,

They claim again he has no face.

Noxus he is, a maestro of hidden malice.

A visionary of deception and malpractice.

He can convolute the truth with a snap of his fingers.

His foes left to decipher what lingers.

Noxus he is, a puppeteer of fate.

Cunning outlier, controller of unassuming hate.

His victims dance to his unseen strings.

As the music stops, misfortune is all he brings.

Noxus he is, a predator lurking in the night.

Stalking his prey with his hollow eyes so bright.

His thirst for control unrelenting and unchecked,

His hunger for power treated with neglect.

Noxus he is, a serpent of the vulnerable mind.

He couldn’t care less for his actions so unkind.

Poisons their thoughts with venomous distortion,

Leaving them lost in a labyrinth of corruption.

Noxus he is, a monster lost of remorse,

Driven to his deeds by an unseen force.

He flourishes in chaos and suffering,

Leaving voices wavering, nature withering.