The Demon Hunter`s Poem

Vomit forth the demons from your soul.

Purge their corpses from your form before they corrupt you.

Watch as they tumble to the ground in a hideous torrent of dark miasma from your open wounds.

Look upon them with disdain as they crawl upon the soil with their grotesque bulging bellies.

Listen to them keen, snarl, and howl in agony into the cold moonless night air.

Feel as the miasma, the manifestation of sin leaves your body sliding cold thick and wet down your person.

Gaze at them with malice as they birth your hate, your furry, your lust, your sin, wet and pathetic upon the moist chilled grass. 

Watch as they slink down in to the earth defeated and devoured into the infernal confines of hell then lick your lips as you watch the newly birthed sin dissipate into dark red petals then evaporate into nothing .

For the moment you are tragically empty you must be full of something, you ache deep within, unsatisfied, you are a demon hunter, your hunger cannot be quelled.