I am a cold creature living in locales of ice
The sky is everlastingly dim-I see stars plummet and galaxies entice
Melancholy respites are my friend: I trek without a whisper or a sigh
Frigid winds flay my flesh from bone yet my ears listen to the music they belie
Living in darkness is all I know; my spirit regards shadows as a feast
All this carnage at my hand, all this consumption, and, even still, my hunger has not decreased
I stand upon an ivory peak and patiently scowl at the visitor as it reaches out to greet
My essence immediately withers and my cloaked body slumps down with defeat
I cry out in pain, in shock, and in eternal dismay
At this horribly strange sight, at this mass of my worst nightmares
A Sun free from any tinges of grey
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
I am a cold creature living in locales of ice
The sky is everlastingly dim-I see stars plummet and galaxies entice
Melancholy respites are my friend: I trek without a whisper or a sigh
Frigid winds flay my flesh from bone yet my ears listen to the music they belie
Living in darkness is all I know; my spirit regards shadows as a feast
All this carnage at my hand, all this consumption, and, even still, my hunger has not decreased
I stand upon an ivory peak and patiently scowl at the visitor as it reaches out to greet
My essence immediately withers and my cloaked body slumps down with defeat
I cry out in pain, in shock, and in eternal dismay
At this horribly strange sight, at this mass of my worst nightmares
A Sun free from any tinges of grey
The story of a lonely fiend, a bloodsucking monster of the night
