The Dark Man

He walks all night long into the path of the unknown,
Enjoying every step to fill another's throne
He left his own home to have a taste of the best,
But he can't deny the crushing pain in his chest.

In all of his journeys, he never missed the peak,
Always victorious, loke a very easy trick,
He performs the routine, effortlessly perfect,
But his feat is unknown, he did it all secret.

His dominion's so great, realm of felicity and fete,
All's picture perfect, navigating his kismet,
All seems towards infinity, out-of-sanity,
He enjoys it a lot, hemlock's taking the spot.

Black and White, he can the extremities so quite,
But he chose to have the darkest hour of the night,
You might never ever see things he sees in the dark,
Things of obscurity; away from the blinding light.