Aug 11, 2021

Creature of the Dark

"Prey, be shameful,
Pray to sin,
Prey be fallen
Pray to me…"






Thus the witching hour begins,
Beware the man that smiles in the dead of night,
He looks like a man, walks like a man,
Talks like a man, hungers as a wolf.


His smile might fool you, for in the dark...
A grin is mistook for a smile,
A howl for a whisper,
And tearing of the flesh for a caress.


You see, the dark is our friend,
The shadows pretending to be human,
Gentle with the wolves,
And all the beasts that hunt at night.


Such are our ways,
These are our pleasures,
Unspeakable our yearning
For in the dark we thrive.

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