Snow of this color shall not be consumed.

I ruin mornings, interrupt meetings, and sometimes save lives.

I'm not an island, but I'm encircled by an oasis. To enter, you must be on a need to know basis. If I deem you worthy, I drop my wooden tongue, To protect you from the crocodiles among.

I wear many crowns, though I thrive in the decay, A lord of the ruins where flesh fades away. Some call me a demon, a prince of the night, While others see wings taking buzz-heavy flight. I feast on corruption, I breed in the grime, A master of chaos since the dawning of time.

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