In the dark abyss of ancient clay,
A twisted craft takes form and sway.
Upon the wheel, the potter's hand,
Shapes the vessels of infernal land.
Mugs and bowls of blackened hue,
Inscribed with secrets known by few.
Plates adorned with symbols dire,
Born from the depths of hellfire.
Whispers echo in the shadows' cast,
As ghostly fingers shape the past.
The potter's art, a twisted dance,
Unveils creations of dark romance.