The Darkness
It tugs. It pulls.
It wants my soul.
I haven't seen but I know
The stench of putrid breath
Of rot, of crimson death...
It tugs. It pulls.
It wants my heart.
I do not know but I feel
Claws in my bleeding feet
And hate that sears with blinding heat...
What can I do but resist?
Submit.
Submit.
Submit.
No...
Shadow: A sorta different take on the "fight against inner evil" thing. Not necessarily Danny, but can be taken as pretty much any of the bad guys. You be the judge.
Cool, you guys are getting not one carrot, but two suspiciously contrite and sheepish-looking carrots. One from each of us. Sorry for the long silence. Unfortunately Yan and I haven't been able to write as much as we like. Through the Fire is really Yan's brainchild - I just tweak it, and inspiration has been hard in coming. However, all the current chapters of Through the Fire have since been digitally remastered and re-edited. Feel free to re-read them. Again, Happy Thanksgiving!