In shadows steeped, my desire whispers,
Eternal flame, my soul shall not wither.
Through the ink and pain, I seek solace,
Fame's embrace, my life's rightful palace.
A weaver of verses, dark and profound,
Tales of torment, each one spellbound.
Like specters we roam, the realm of the night,
Dark poetry's whispers, our haunting might.
In cryptic verses, cursed souls embrace,
Through eerie rhymes, our legacy we trace.
Unyielding drive, relentless my quest,
To haunt the living, 'til all knows my crest.
The twisted beauty, in my macabre verse,
Will echo through time, a poet's curse.
Until every ear hears and every eye sees,
My name resounds, whispered upon the breeze.
With every dark word, my soul is reborn,
My boundless longing, forever sworn.
My desire will never die, it's my fate,
To etch my name, the poet of dark's gate.
©viralfreak
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