Seraphs of Darkness
Blessed as we are
By Demons of old
And Demons of far
Hunting in the night
We exist to kill
Feeding on souls
Until we get our fill
Searching for a prey
Eyes and teeth glinting
Thirst for blood
Never ending
As your soul ebbs away
We leave the scene
Teeth dripping your blood
Giving them an eerie sheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Etrius! Love it!