The dark is returning.
A brief reprieve, the day.
Once my companion, but no more.
The night returns.
Twisting.
Turning,
Like the serpent it is.
Creatures.
Werewolves, Vampires, Demons.
All the nights brood.
Flesh raving
Blood thirsty beasts.
Devoring me with no remorse.
My eyes flash.
I own the night
Why are my children attacking me so?
I raise my hand
And the creatures are thrown back,
Subdued.
I slowly rise,
Like the moon.
Wings so red, dripping with blood not my own,
Burst from my back, my flesh hanging.
I think of all the betrayls I have suffered...
All the pain...
The broken heart,
The tears,
The blood...
Hate begins to rise like bile in my throat.
Tears mingle with the blood on my face.
The hate continues to grow, unrelenting, uncaring that I once lived.
The ground begins to shake, the trees fall.
It is, surprisingly, quiet.
Cracks appear in the earth, fire erupts, encircling, embracing me.
The smell of brimestone and flesh fill the air.
Meteors rain down from the sky leaving firey trails.
Demons, and all the nights children, fly and run, killing, maiming, raping.
Their time has come.
No more hiding.
Me at the forefront.
My children,
My friends.
They have always been constant.
No lies.
No betrayls.
It is our time.