Pity

Darker: yo everyone! This is a poem I wrote a while ago.

Alucard: you're point is?

Darker: weeeeeeeell, I was watching the first Hellsing DVD I had the sudden urge to write a really dark poem.

Integra: you always do that……

Darker: -ignores them- but they way it came out it sounded a lot like Alucard's POV!! So here it is!! My first Hellsing Poem!!

Your tortured soul

Cries out through the

Night

I feel your need to die,

And I shall fulfill your

Wish

I stand and laugh,

As you beg on your

Knees

So weak and insecure,

Humans are

The look of pain on your face,

A perfect thrill

Red sky and full moon,

Adds a perfect setting to your death

I can feel your heart quicken

You make my blood boil,

A wonderful feeling

You're anger is my power

Strong as you might be,

I am stronger

Life or death?

I choose death

I am the ghost of the darkness,

It's loyal slave

The night is my master,

And I servant

Forever living in darkness,

I chose

The devil's lap dog,

I may be

But I am not like those pathetic

Humans

Now the time has come,

For me to say farewell

In the name of God, the son and the

Holy Ghost,

You know die

Darker: well, I hope you enjoyed it!! Please Review!!