Dark Imagination

Dark Imagination

I eat the souls
Of my conquered foes
For breakfast

I carry lethal potions
And tonics
In my backpack

Every afternoon
I make a trip
To the Shadow Realm

My best friend
Is a headless specter
From the Demonic Realm

I never go anywhere
Without my spellbook
Of debilitating hexes

I go swimming
In a lake
Of boiling bile

I have my pet spiders
In my room
At home

Yesterday, someone called
And offered me a chance to be scammed;
They won't be calling again

There is
A sacrificial lamb
hiding in my locker