Realm Of Darkness Poem by K J

And through the realm of darkness I walk
proud an humble in the presence of titans
no longer joyful in my own suffering
humanity an empty seed, in a hollow heart
forgotten by all that never knew of it's minuet existence

And through the realm of darkness I look
shadows dance off the reflections of memories
no longer swayed by money nor pride
as I remember what makes me different from the rest
a nature far more binding than this shell of a body

And through the realm of darkness I cry
as the last tears of humanity are shed in vain
no longer can I walk and talk as a man
as the darkness of reality creeps into this withered soul
I am a king unto myself. Memories stained in blood.

I am Immortal...