The Dark Specter

The Dark Specter by Morgana Von Ghoul (d.s.m.)

Deep in the forest black
Shadows crawl over my face
Stench and rot seeping crack
From whence did I come into this place?
Seething revenant walking quickly
Upon my back breathing deeply
Hair stands up goosebumps creeping
The dark specter grabs ahold
Hands gripping, pulling, snatching
Never knowing obscure and cold
Hang me over the pit
Hounds of hell growling
Undead fingers clawing
My flesh such an appeal
Slime and burning their acid touch
Vipers fangs bloody and dripping
The dark specter's sinister grin
Haunting the lives of ruthless men
Perchance I was one of their ilk?
 Velvet legs of creatures walk upon me
Black widows spinning silk
Sharpness of light peering through
My mind is clearing
Feeling somewhat renewed
Eyes open rising up
Slithering beings deadly as nightshade
Taking on a hidden vocation
A wraith man made
King of night beasts
New leader of the macabre parade
This is my fate
The Dark Specter's trade.