The Abyss of Souls

Santa's Users

Black enamel spikes reign with honor
Sunburned flesh sketched by glowing embers
Reptilian pupils flecked with lost souls
Body rippling with fiery fierceness
A roar that shakes screaming stalactites
Absence halts the thrashing flames

Dark hair and beard paint a charm
Pallid features speak of arrogant aristocracy
Burnished black orbs glitter evil
Masculinity drips poison
A voice emanates hypnotic power
Presence recoils the asp in fear

The force of the beast
The will of the man
Predatory instincts enrich their veins
Both await through open gates
Hailing those consumed by fright
The arms of darkness burn majestically