Through the halls footsteps clambered unearthly
Searching for those of choosing deemed unworthy.
Never did she gaze with eyes upon their moral coils
She would wait till shunned and glance upon her spoils.
No arms outstretched just entwined in a jacket of covering
Apparition of no form leaching on life, she became uncovered
To show what was beneath this jacket of soulful corroded white
Leaching forward did strands seep entangled in her blight.
Screams were silenced as strands did inhale every noise heard,
Death was warped, in a state of purgatory both were blurred.
A vessel of anger, her wrath fed others who slept in darkness,
They tormented her soulless form, a vessel of corruption incarnate.
A puppet to inhale all essence of what shone dimly bright.
But every time she glanced upon a light that was finite,
An echo remained in her now blackened gaze a tear fell
With each soul devoured a essence in her did linger, dwell.
Though she was a spirit that fell, corruption was expelled
In all droplets that descended, not all went dark some was withheld.
That which matter ascended beyond the cloths white glimmer.
Though they were consumed, a portion flew even though dimmer.
She hungered for the warmth in the recesses of her dwellings
To consume all that was uninvited, cloth is her telling
Her pain is felt through every touch consumed in her obscurity,
Depleted but hidden there still linger a tear of soulful purity.