A/N: Super angsty poem. Read at your own risk.
We call the night forth,
To hinder the progression of life,
Love, and all things good.
For we are the darkness,
The shadows. All that is hated.
From our fingertips burst flames,
Jet black hair whipping in flight.
We fly to battle, with nothing to lose,
Prepared to die. Icy cold hearts shield
What we really feel.
We want the darkness to stay,
And engulf the earth
In our dark tranquility.
There we find true peace,
Able to hide from the world.
Away from all that perceive
Us as those who don't belong.
Maybe we don't. Maybe we are destined
To live in the shadows,
Hiding our faces from
The shallow; the cruel.
Never to see sunlight
Because of them.