Submissions by Valphormont

From all parts, I’m made of demon
Every drop of hope and ambition drained from my skin
Like blood from a morbid wound of the recently departed
From a life they no longer win

My wings are great and terrible with many holes
Bad flight is to be found
On these which are the shade of dead coal
Feared by the welldoers of the world

My horns splinter and crack with each day
Ever longing, ever twisted and cruel
For never does their hunger end
For greatness that finds not the fool

From my skull to my heart I’m made of demon ...