Humans

Usually I wouldn't even bother with poetry since I much prefer prose but I wanted to try out a new technique to turn a story into a poem; it's up to you lovely readers whether you think it worked or not.
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Humans

We demons stretch to every corner

Of this small, darkening, dying world.

Our numbers growing ever stronger,

Mercilessly destroying all things.

Because we only have one mission:

To lay claim to all things of the earth,

Whether they be living or now dead,

And to possess all earthly delights.

Their greed gradually consumes them –  

As a snake slowly consumes a rat.

When the old die, they give way for more,

Who are fuelled with much more poisionous

Dark desires than those before them.

This place was once for creatures of light,

As evolution had intended.

But then they came and took it over,

Like the night taking over the day.