nasty stories

My Vampyric Demon

I've walked the roads, the shadowed paths that led
to terror's brest.
I've scathed the tombs of hatred's womb and scaled
destruction's crest.

With every day I hold less strength, I'm losing my control.
Never should've traded power for my own immortal soul.

Every spell cast takes its toll with each irreverant verse.
I hope to find a remedy, some way to lift this curse.

I walk among the shadows on this plague infested world.
I seek to find refuge where I can sleep alone in furl.

For every skill and power found, for all the knowledge learned...
I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it
burned.