The Summoning Poem by April DOWN

The darkness all encompassing
I feel it sting the whites of my eyes
Vitality formed and I'm on fire
The demons better know my nature
Oh, I'm summoning
The masterless the faithless
I'm calling with the power of my lungs
The air escaping, the last breath stifled
Walking so aimless
There is no direction now
I'm summoning
The reserves of strength to better feed my lust
The stars to sing above me, surround me
In the daylight I still see them peering
Over the cloud tops
The sun no longer can hide them from me
Oh I'm summoning
The lifeforce to heal my wounds
I lick them clean, pick the scabs
So I can ascertain the power of pain
I'm summoning myself
The soul hidden behind pretence and mortal ideals of wealth
The true nature, animalistic tendencies
The one that is hated, the one that is feared
Due to misinformed misinterpretation
But this is my truth
And I crave the honesty of a pure specimen