Unrequited

Cling-clang cling-clang goes the chain, The ethereal spindle that rocks me, to and fro, to and fro, As the specter glides over barren wastes, lost souls in tow; I seek only to breath in their pain A hunger so deep; a need so great, nothing can restrain, When I glut their life's light into my haunting glow; This unholy purpose vouchsafed to me long, long ago