I heard their call,
Just like the way wolves howl,
Summoning me into the woods,
I hear the sound of hooves,
Like a stampede,
Raging and tearing through the weeds.

Your heart pumps dark blood,
I dread to recall the word,
But what is this thirst?
It's becoming worst,
Somehow, I love the darkness,
And its hushed voices, the whispers,
With the dark shadows,
Ever hungry for wars.
My dark blood,
That incites chaos,
And the hushed screams,
That make my eyes beam



© SukynaKay #tag Darkness.
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