moving astray in the middle of the day
something odd appeared in my way
an uneasing dark ray
drawn closer by its pulsation
which felt as a salvation
as well as a temptation
at it's reach which looked so bleach
I was bitten by a leech from the breach
flooded by fright I've began to run
feeling as if I would be outrun
strange things began happening around
everything in my sight began to gloom
seeming as a sudden doom
the ground turned into demons' playground
Everything started to change
and appeared awfully strange
any friend became a fiend
any soul seemed demeaned
afflicted by a strange thirst
which came as a swift burst
I sought a way to sate
this unyielding hate
but the only way to negate
before it was too late
was to have a drink
of this dark ink
yet it had a taste so foul
that my soul started to howl
and my heart began to taint
though the feeling started to faint
unaware of my sinister groom
I've entered a strange room
guided by a mysterious direction
towards my darkest reflection
a glint of dark malevolent eyes he hath
that sought to instill my mind with wrath
every second longer his gaze got stronger
my inner anger seemed to grow in power
the sorrow within started to swell wider
as I was swallowed by a surge of vile hunger
at the brink of defeat ,devoured by greed
as my soul started to bleed, tainted by a foul seed
I remembered my creed which thwarted my accede
"It's now or Nevermore" was my conviction forevermore
to become stark I made my mark
embraced the spark and grasped the dark
everything turned so clear when I quelled my fear.
as my power started to sear I began to tear
all that was near with my silver spear
yet with every blow given and demon striven
I've started to feel broken,as if my crack has broaden
as my light lessened my heart became stricken
as if the warming light inside
slowly turned into a cold flame
that could never subside
but slowly grew in frame
as I was enveloped by the cold fire
it suddenly began to fuel a desire
to rid the world of any marauder
that commits such plunder
thus I began my stride
to sate my thirst
leaving none aside
nor lowest nor worst
slaying any demon in my path
that incurred my wrath
after myriad clashes
and manifold slashes
my dark burden grew wider,
my cold fire burned stronger
but fearing I could hold no longer,
fear of getting too closer
to becoming a monster,
fear of yielding to anger
I had ceased my wander
and sought a way to conquer
my evergrowing temper
in my search for a cure
I started becoming unsure
and seemed unable to endure
since every elixir was impure
yet as I reached my peak
I saw that I was no longer weak
as the cold inside made me stronger
as such I could feel no longer
the cold outside that anyone knows
since i was reaping what i sow
oblivious of my fate's flow
I long for a soul which doesn't dwell in blight
a soul which strives towards the light
that does only what is right
and is always ready to fight;
a soul which can purge my unyelding plight
that lays deep within my heart;
which can come and glean the shards of my light
and bind them together stronger than ever
so that I could lose them never
to make a sharp plate
as a symbol of my shattered fate
to protect myself as I resume my quest
with my rekindled zest
now I'm stuck preaching wisdom
although those who listen seldom
do not follow since I've become hollow
since I lack the strength for my will to follow
now everyone seeks their vigor outside
enveloped by the shadow of their darker side
and thus cannot see where it does reside
which is in fact hidden deeply inside
