The Dark Poem

A dark poem... simplistically.

The paths so dark, come alive
And evil they hold does creep

And immersed in black;
my existence so strong
A desire I wish to reap

A promise I made;
and forgot about
The wishes fade
So preciously sought
The trade I got was cheap

My feeble cries
So filled with pain
My soul defies
Delight of reign
In the power of darkness deep

And ages all old
Long fallen and gone
A slumber so bold
Ignorance may moan
They say: "Half death; is sleep
alone"