Illnath

The sun is setting
And night comes crawling back
Out of the shadows deep
Comes a creature of the night
And now the stars are shining bright
Hunting the innocent
He draws their burning blood
Taking images of lives
Being ended
The mask he wears
Concealing his remorse
These memories of life
Is getting distant
But every time he takes
A life as sweet as this
His memory is back
Of life's unjustfulness
But wanting more of life
He searches far and wide
Arising from the east
A ball of searing pain
Burning every vein
And sleep must come again
His fears of waking to a world of unknowns
Is becoming a nightmare of truths
Every death he has brought to this world
Will be known at the end of his time
Hunted the innocent