The Dark Side: Poetry

He mourned,
that was how it started
The loss,
too much to bear

So he turned his
Anguish into Devilry
that made him
Colder than Life
could sustain

A vampire,
is nothing more
than a mortal Shell
encasing Deaded Feelings,
yet Ravenously Hungry
for the life
it has been deprived

And so,
as much for 
sport as livilhood,
It sucks the life
out of all around it
as all Voids do...

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