Darkest Days

When the blazing sun
shines no more upon
the plains of dust
and dreary memories

That is when you will
find me wandering,
for I am a traveler
of the darkest kind

I prey on human fear,
torment, and nightmares.
I feed upon emotions,
and I fill my chalice 
with yours.

I know no age,
time does not mar
my visage. 
I am eternal,
haunting you.

In your final hour,
on your darkest day,
I rest in the shadows
devouring your mind.

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