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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I have a heel and toe, but I do not have a foot. I spend my life waiting in the dark with a twin, But I am often torn apart when it is time to clean. What am I?