Dark
A soul surviving the ages
Proud King of Thieves, prince of low-lives
His darkness will not save him
Once a living being
Behind his smiling face a shadow hides
Moving underneath his skin
Like a thief taking what he is not given
How long can you resist the pull, dear angel?
How long can your light hold back the darkness within?
A soul surviving the ages
Driven to leave a golden prison for the mortal world
By the darkly burning flame named vengeance
Proud King of Thieves, prince of low-lives
Infested by darkness, a shell of his former self
Impassioned solely by revenge and hatred
His darkness will not save him
As power will not raise the dead
Or erase the past that created his path
Once a living being
With all the strength and flaws of a mortal
What can he claim to be now
This stealer of souls, this empowered darkness?
2005-10-08
