Set alone a dark room
A pile of bones the darkness consumed
Formed a throne and nothing more
Spirits scraped across the floor

One sat mighty upon the pile
Many souls rapped across the tile
Trying to escape the room
Yet all of them the darkness consumed

Consuming darkness from the gullet
The core of the spirit a deadly bullet
The core of the demon angrily spewed
This darkness across the wilted room

Quickly many scrapped at the tile
Hastily, zealously, in denial
Yet all dying of tire and sorrow
All giving all of their bones to borrow

Bones began to fill the room
Soon all remnants had been consumed
All bones added to the throne
Added to the demon’s throne of bones