The Dark Poet's Voice

In shadows cast, my spirit awakes, Twisted desires whispered, no mistakes. Bathed in moon's glow, secrets unfold, Whispered stories, ne'er to be told. The darkness calls, a haunting lure, A symphony of pain, I endure. Within these depths, my heart finds peace, In midnight's embrace, I find release. For in this realm, where evil resides, My pen dances, where darkness collides. With every word, a spell I weave, My poetry of darkness, I deeply believe. In Devil's hour, my passion ignites, The poet of midnight, where darkness delights. My thoughts, my feelings, my words profound, In the abyss of obsidian, they're found. With ink as blood, and parchment as skin, Through verse, my soul's tainted, within. No fear shall bind, no light shall blind, In darkness, my poet's spirit shall find. For I am the midnight, I am the night, The dark poet's voice, forever ignite.