They slip through the dark
like a shadow in the gloom,
invisible but for the utter void
as an aura, it surrounds.
They are silent as the dead
until they find a prey;
they strike with a piercing,
fearful shriek that slice
through the evening despair.
With a mouth not there,
they drain the soul from
the weary and grieved,
and leave an empty husk
-- a lifeless body --
neither living nor dead.
Feeding like a parasite,
leeching life from the world
endlessly, relentlessly;
until all is a black hole.
