PRINCE OF DARKNESS By Jasen Sousa

PRINCE OF DARKNESS


Creature of the night, half-filled with death, half-filled with light.
Prepared to dedicate myself to the dark.
Passionate, possessed pen pulsates with plight,
for hundreds of years I have hidden my heart.
My future, to feast on those I have never forgiven,
the perfect combination of dirt and dust, undead and living.

The beast has awaken, an eternity forsaken,
my victims, I split them, on their souls, I slurp.
Nowhere to run, skin in the sun baking,
I never died, but chose to live under the earth.
Prince of darkness, a problem for the planet,
my followers are the abandoned and the stranded.

Back adorned with wings,
loyal subjects view me as a king, enemies as an evil force.
The ballad of a belligerent bat, a bevy of undead I bring,
each with a cremated cross and ashes centered on their corpses.
Prince of darkness, allergic to the process of rotting,
prince of darkness, easily and freely exits out of a coffin.

Blood must leak from your lips if you wish to forever exist,
if you wish to never be missed, a restless soul.
With a pen carved like a stake in my fist,
the fate of the world is in my control.
I swoop down eerily, you barely hear the sound,
prince of darkness, tombstone adorned with a crown.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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