Rapid movements in the path
Swaying uncontrollably
Lacking mental balance
Twizted into a false sense
The Dark Lord beckons
Shed tears to please him
Veins aching to feed him
Freezing the soul with a look
Tempting mankind with his Kiss
Defining what he is, impossible
Losing ones self in him, undeniable
A pratice of Black Magic brings him
A loyal heart keeps him
Banishment not allowed, he consumes
A stone, He stands untouched
Until, you gaze upon him.