The vulture of darkness hovers ever close by,
Waiting high from its vantage point as a soul slowly dies.

Patiently waiting until the moment is just right,
The vast void of darkness begins his descent in full flight.

 

Razor talons, painfully sharp and cold as glinting steel,
entwine a faintly beating heart injecting their deadly chill.

Great wings of darkness close tightly to envelop their prey,
Sucking out all light, dousing the last tiny ray.

Darkness complete.
A heart ceases to beat.
Another soul loses.
It silently dies.
The world, it keeps on living,
Never understanding why.