I am the king of vermin, rodents, rats and plagues.  Of all the darkside, I am monarch, a duke to thrones unknown.  My palace of flesh, a river of souls.  My guards, the souls of war.  Between light and darkness,  between time and infinity, lies my realm I call my own.  I hail nor good, nor a I evil.  I tell not truth, yet I don't lie.  I am not ugly or do I charm.  I hide among the shades.  Although my chest carries a heart, it serves its purpose not.  For life it doesn't bring to me, love and hate is dust.  Without movement still in time, usurping life itself.  I am of substance and of air, a story told no more.  I am not dead and yet I sleep, I do not hear, yet I'm not deaf.  My hands can shape and must destroy, a gracious being, yet insecure.  I am king and I am begger.  I am what you call destiny.