Dark Arts
They steadily grow strong, they start to consume the soul.
I cant tell right from wrong, this is becoming all I know.
It gets from bad to worse, the written story of pain.
I cant even converse, without seeming insane.
It sucks away the light, to gain more strength.
I start to lose the fight, and the will to live.
Its a powerful force, who's power has no end.
It starts it course, through the mind of human heads.
Whats this force you say? These are The Dark Arts.
Grovel before the name, as it slips into your heart.
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
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