Four: Without
Characters: Antasma

Vho am I, you ask?
Born from nothing
Und returning thus,
Unvillingly drawn to that
Darkness in you,
Thee screams vhich are your nightmares

Vhat am I, you ask in horror.
I towver over you,
Seeing no sympathy,
No succor to be given.
I vas once simple,
But ascended to a higher being.

I do not call for help,
For no one vill give it.
Thee Bat King,
King of Nightmares,
Evil seeped in loneliness
I do not think I haff a soul.
Do not give me your pity.
I am vithout.