The Infernal

They suffer at night,
The ones with no names.
They curse the dawn's light,
And lurk in the flames.
They feed on sorrow,
And bathe in our fear.
Born of the shadow,
Death's all they hear.

Their eyes glow blood red.
Their bodies decay.
Every inch is dead.
Every color gray.
We are naught but dust,
They are the wind's burst.
Teeth covered in rust
From a long felt thirst.
They long for a soul.
They long for a life.
They wish to be whole,
Not wanting this strife.

They seek a deep grave.
They seek eternal.
These you cannot save.
They, the Infernal.
Deep from pits of Hell
They are born in flame.
In darkness they dwell,
They know of no shame.