poem1

The silken night falls.
A sheet of blackness liken unto nothing.
And in the hollow void.
All may be achieved.

Longing for the feel of mortality.
I seek through this night to find,
A morsal of fear in a sea of sin.

Ahh such a sweet taste of decadance.
As I sit watching them move about.
mere mortals, mere fools.

Going about thier lives as if I weren't about.
I am that of fantasy they say.
just a mere nightmare.

But I hunt this night.
To taste once again the mortal fear.
As the sweet flavor of humanity,
slides past my lips.

Such a deep flavor of sin,
the slow life drains.
And in this black night.
I feel the fires of life.

And the hunger to feel the flesh
in the passions of mortality.
Then once I find it.
I shall feast till filled to over flowing.

untill the next dark night,
when the souls of the sleepers.
Call forth thier living nightmare.