• darkspoet 6w

    Hunger gnaws deep within me.
    Beware all ye measly mortals,
    Your soul will soon be mine.

    Your devil's a keeper
    He'll give you the world
    But, elude it and your done for

    Feeding him is the only way
    To ensure your petty life
    Going against him is suicide

    Best be done with him
    Or ye shall soon turn,
    Into ashes blown in wind