You gorge not on the flesh and blood of your chosen victim,
But rather on their heart and soul,
Leaving their body a lifeless shell.
You seek not the strong, because they wont succumb to your wiles.
You feast upon the weak and innocent;
Planting your vile seed in their minds,
Twisting your poisonous dagger into their hearts,
Leaving their souls a chasm of naught but pain.
A destructive swath you weave around you,
Confined not to the darkness of night in which to lose your evil terror.
Transplanted on these shores from some distant unknown realm,
Moving farther and farther inland as you seek to conquer the unwitting and unprotected; innocents.
You entice them with false charm and lure them with promises you can not fulfill.
Guileless they succumb and you drain them of their life force;
Their will to carry on.
You use them up and cast them aside amongst the ashes of a multitude of previously broken vessels.
Per chance you encounter a soul stronger than you anticipated.
You fail to sink your deadly barbs into them.
Your poison darts deflected by their shield and armor.
Unable to conquer and control them, you seek to weaken and discredit,
But they remain undaunted, swathed in the protection of Truth.
You cower back into your darkness and search for an easier victim in your conquests.
The strong shall one day unite.
Your evil will be destroyed.
Your demise will not be caused by blood spilled from the wound of a wooden stake through your evil heart,
But rather, your evil will be obliterated by the righteousness of the blood that was spilled out upon a wooden cross.
