Darkness dare not consume the unwilling.
Lurking in the shadows, they calmly wait.
Hate is their warcry and fear, their language.
Ravaged souls are soon served their undoing.
Strongest are they in your times of weakness.
Coldness is their cloak; envy, their dagger.
Forever the bane of the downfallen;
Crawling in your head with false promises.
The cunning cur! They barter for your soul.
Control and power; the temptations are great.
Fate is sealed upon signing in cold blood.
Flood the spillways with this, your crimson toll.
I caress the darkness flirtatiously.
Turn away lest I succumb to thee.