Reaping Souls

The light,
Runs in fright,
At the very sight,
Laughing satanically,
You bow before me,
Cowering on your knees,
With a flick of my wrist,
I snap your neck with a twist,
Your warm dead lips I kiss,
Dropping your body to the ground,
Feeding to you to my pet hell hound,
Crunching of bone the only sound,
Son's and daughters of the night,
Gaping in awe at the sight,
My powers do cause fright,
Don't bother to run,
Your life is done,
So come.