Enter the worm –

parasitic biting beast,

ravenous for fleshy feast,

wants your soul which, once deceased,

sates its hellish greed.

Feel it squirm –

victim senses dark intent,

groans in grievous sore lament,

acts with speed to circumvent

worm’s attempt to feed.

Stand up tall –

fight invaders of your soul,

                                                  life needs hearts whose flesh stays whole,

don’t relinquish full control;

pain is but a birth.

It’s your call –

you could choose to let them bite,

or you could use your darkest night

to forge a pearl of brilliant white,

outcome of true worth.