* Grins *. Just my take on how the Nuitari. Disclaimer on author thing.

Darkest robes in the black of night

Darker hair in the firelight

Gleaming stars in his jet-black eyes

Whispering promises that turn to lies.

All alone in the darkest moon

Knowing you'll come to him very soon

The promise of power draws you to him

You don't get to see as the world turns dim.

Clinging to his robes as a lamb to slaughter

Foolishly trusting as a father's daughter

Eyes wide as he turns to you

Drinking in your fear like the freshest dew.

A twist of his dagger to bring the pain

Showing the blood for his personal gain

Mocking laughter spins the air

Watching you scream without a care.

The world fades as you end the dance

Know you should've gone while you had a chance

Your soul's not yours while he has the key

Serving his dark magic for eternity.