[FL] A Midnight Soul

Day 4,057, 15:45 • Published in USA Ireland • by Celadori Cotis
Released by humans' cursed despair
it pounces, scouring the night;
wretched beast, with brimstone air,
grins and then takes flight.

Yearning, seeking, calling for his prey;
he shadows close to those who show their faith.
Obsessing, coveting, echoing their prayer,
victims never wise to fact he is a wraith.

He does not live,
but is alive.
He does not breath,
but asks for your breath.
Nourishment he might provide-
but wonder what's the catch.

The demon's barter tempts
those who dare to plunge
down
through the frozen rime
and sit, numb in line
with fellow conquests.

No, surely not.
Just a ghost,
an evening mirage
conjured by fear-
smoldering

fading