Metallic fingers, clinking against a throne of marble
Muscled figure lined by a skeleton of chrome
That overlies the pure muscle revealed,
For he has no skin that covers it...
A single hand holds a staff of silver,
A crooked "Z" twisted at the staff's head.
A dark visor to cover his eyes...
Which shines red when he is enraged.
A silvery crown, drawn up into a tall spike,
Towering above a cranium without top,
The exposed brain heaving as he plots.
His breath rasps
Through a mouth covered by a metal grate.
His voice growls from out of it,
Chilling his minions to the core.
His soul is twisted with hate,
His being distorted by the evil.
He is master of evil,
Ruler of the forces of darkness.
Spreading terror is his joy,
Wreaking havok...striking fear into the hearts of even the bravest of warriors.
All who encounter him fear his powerful presence.
He is the Mighty Lord Zedd.
