Waiting For The Night
By SMYGO4EVA
There is an end to this.
The everlasting blackness….
Inside the Pit of Hate….
Surrounded by crimson flames…
For the end draws near….
Almost too comforting to her…
She chose her fate.
This was what awaited her.
An endless sleep in the sea
The primordial soup of life….
She is entrenched in it.
Water that smells of blood….
That reeks of it.
Suffocating.
And yet…
Very relaxing…
Comforting….
Lulling, even…
It is almost unsettling….
Her soul is within a demon…
A powerful creature at that…
Her soul is his blackened, perverse grasp…
A shadow of what was a deity….
A Deliverer of Darkness….
He is now Death…
As her death would claim her soon….
Her husk, her body….
In this water, almost a womb….
The stench of lifeblood is everywhere….
Many have perished by his hand…
By their own will….
Or by cruel fate….
Not of their own accord….
He hunted for souls….
She gave him hers….
Hopefully to guarantee a loved one's survival…
To continue in the twisted world without her….
So she wouldn't a burden….
To him…
To anyone….
Her body, her husk, has endured
The demon's scars….
His breath of fire…
Her arm, now branded in his name….
Wretched fool….
No longer pure.
No longer someone else's to claim….
Now his, to make her his bride, his queen….
The demon's….
The Shogun of Sorrow's….
Not the one….
The one….
Who she sacrificed her soul for….
He does not accept this…
He does not go quietly into that good night….
The gift of the Dragon…
His sword…
A blade that pierces the heavens….
The frosted heavens…
Carved from the fang of a dragon….
He will go to her….
Come for her, to save her from this hell….
Vanquish the demon…
And return her soul to her rightful place….
The demon and the dragon take hold…
But it is not meant to be….
No….
It is not….
She waits for the night….
After today of the black sun….
She is waiting for the night; shadows swallow her….
Waiting for the night to come..