His cold fingers are running along my spine, sending chills through my soul in the most despicable of ways.
He whispers sweet, dreadful nothings in my ear, sending my heart pounding and skipping beats like a broken record.
I can't recall anything before this, before I was a captive of the moon; Before, I had the Sun, I had brilliant blue days.
Now, only this thing rules me, in it I must obey, and serve, until I no longer exist, I must sacrifice and call him lord.

He snakes around me feet, as cold as slippery as the vilest of snakes.
Leeching out my blood as though through a sieve, letting me feel his hold on my fragile soul.
Closing his scaled hands around my heart, it turns to dust, for only in his hands does it break.
Leaving me broken, frail, on the brink of Death's door, and I am no longer any resemblance of whole.

If only my light brightened the path slightly more, and I could see where my feet trod.
The the dread He brings could not enter, and He would hiss and shrink back into the blackness of the sea.
The lantern is burning low now, the light is going out achingly slow, my body tattered and flawed.
I'm losing vision now, blurry and faint, but the nightmare is slowly fading away now, and in the dark comes eternal sleep fills me like a hollow tree.