What lurks beneath.
Virtue shines brightest atop a hill in the dark. For the love of God, keep its shadowy tendrils at bay; build—a—wall! Erect it at all costs for the punishment is worse than any cost. Do not forget what has happened in the past when your heart oozed black. It oozed poison, and for every drop you gave freely, a void in your soul became the payment. The corrosive bile sizzled, from flesh to bone, any unlucky bystander. You must learn this: this wall will never be meant for you. You are and have always been a vampire. so do not let your veins grow empty; do not let hunger demand of you. I say, build up that wall! Let virtue take its post and let its light ward off predators. Make it tall, make it strong, make it vigilant.