Lord Vesper, the King of Bats

In the deep where silence sings, A shadow rose on midnight wings. A spire called, a hunger grew, Stealing minds like drops of dew. But night is bound to Vespers will, A storm of wings, a strike to kill. The hollow broke, the lost returned, And darkness kept the throne it Much love, , weirdcore, comfort, creepypasta, dream, eerie, horror, bats, мыши, летучиемыши