All in the dark
under a pitch black sky
A phantom walks
Through a deserted isle

Shuddering the silence
anomalous howls as it lurks
Sniffing the mortal’s blood
To satiate insatiable thirst

As he makes his move
In a deceiving grace
To Compel by his charm
Conceding victim to become his prey

A submission by will
To an animus intention
Never would the mortal wake up
After this partial execution

acclaiming the reign of the dark side
while taking over the sane
Asserting evil commendation and power
Intrudes his teeth deep into the vein

Drinking from the mortal
Feeds himself on the fluent lifeline
Taking in his existence
This immortality he confides

Never ending hunger
An unquenchable thirst
Provokes him every time
To spread this malevolent curse

Hiding himself in the darkness
His immortality limited to night
Fearing noxious consequences
Always runs away from light

This prohibition to luminosity
To avoid, in a casket he sleeps
Again as the night falls
The prince of darkness creeps

Bound by the rules
This place he subsists and dwells
Inflicting the deadly curse
As he lives through a curse himself…