AS time went on the Darkness grew within him

As time goes on I forgot love. It's a dead memory nothing more than a ghost trapped in a dark mansion. His dead hand composes deadly poems in the candle light....

But the darkness makes him strong. Anger and rage inspire art and there are power in words. He walks alone under the sinister light of the moon...The stars seem to understand his words as he sings.. and recites poetry in the darkness......

His dark side... gave him strenght and knowledge.. his beauty and vanity made him live Eternally like the Undead...

But his moonlit tears flowed eternally in time.....

For he would never love again.....

Darkness became him.....