The Hunger.
Oh how he hungers, the Dark One,
Eater of vitality,
Devourer of morality.
For an icy place is his soul,
Bleak and Cold.
He pursues me through tormented dreams of
ancient places,
And embraces me with savage grace,
A serpents coil with an Angels face.
Endlessly arousing the flames of desire,
To ignite and feed his Demon fire.
An endless black odyssey,
A primal commodity
Lavishing warmth on his
Chill filled core.
By Sara Lovell.