There is not hope for love,
No happiness in living.
Only death and darkness,
The moon and the stars.
Wars are fought,
but never won;
While old men die,
before they're one.
Trees will fall while bodies rot;
Water flows like trickling blood,
from a wound as deep and dear
As the shallow pits of greed.
Those who dare to hope at all
Start losing flesh as a lost one does;
Ripped to shreds as if by a tiger,
Ravenous and starved;

A demon.