Twelve's Dark Bloom

At twelve, a shadow stretched, hunger filled the boy,
A twist of fate, whispered lies, evil's burgeoning joy.
Power, a serpent slithering, entwined in his veins,
Darkness tasted, wicked thirst, a soul no longer same.

Words, once refuge, fragile shields, crumbled in the night,
Darkness beckoned, siren's call, promises of might.
He sought abyss, deep haven where shadows played,
Light's distant dream, choice cast away, betrayed.

At twelve, a monster bloomed, heart turned cold and black,
Life extinguished, cruel deed, crimson, bloody track.
Innocence, fragile flower, crushed beneath his hand,
Twisted pleasure, wicked dance, across shattered land.

Metamorphosis, soul aflame, darkness born anew,
Bright eyes glinting cold, reflecting shades of blue.
No turning back, no light to guide, path of sin he tread,
Invincible he stood, beast unleashed, evil in his head.

Surrendered to void, sacrifice complete,
Every thought, action, deceit's symphony beat.
Life's blackened tapestry, woven pain and fear,
Bound forever to darkness, monster held dear.