Phantom

And the night is here.

The midnight sky, cold and tenebrous,
Rests above while people on land here turn venomous.
The sky leaks a dark stained blood red
While there are faint echoes of the screams from the dead.
The lights from the city cast off a small flame
While shadows behind lurk and make others take the blame.
They find an innocent to feed on their soul
Taking in their psyche and pushing the body down an empty hole.

That part of the soul struggles to break free
Only wishing it could go back inside the glee
To escape the monster's fearful fright
In hope to keep up a sinister fight.
The monster when it is too strong
Often times ends the fight and proves the soul wrong.
The soul is then destroyed with any past youth
And is exposed with the what happens next truth.
The shadow that captured it, forms an orb of darkness
Casting it towards the moral to make it become heartless.

Once there is only pain left to devour
The ghost of a person is gone by the hour.
As the one thing that remains after the shadow's call
Is the phantom that longs to be one after it's fall.

Author's Note

Criticism is highly appreciated!