When you find yourself connected to Death you also find heavy thirst for Life.
When you are not so far removed from Life Death hard tries.
It makes every attempt, it strives, to bring you close before your time.
I've rarely gotten anything I truly wanted.
I'm often assigned the opposite.
From early days I had plan for my life but you may recall that twice.
Twice I've lost life.
Today I should be married,
being nagged each day by loving wife
and made miserable by precious children who bring new life.
But here I am cloaked in black walking the streets late night.
I chose this life for power to help people.
I now know that's not what I was born to do.
The demonic guards assigned to my person tell the truth.
They stick close to me as shadows do.
I was not born to help people, you.
I am heir to all that frightens you.
This birthright should I refuse?
It's always hard, the right thing, to do.
12 guards and I enter the room.
I demanded, ordered them, to present themselves.
On previous visit, you may recall,
I was shaken and frightened and lost for words.
Now, there's Power in my voice!
They appeared on bended knees.
Unable to look at me.
Let me explain:
You ever try looking at the sun with your naked eyes?
How long can you before you're forced to look away and cry?
It's not that they could look at me but didn't.
No, even if they wanted to they couldn't.
For I am Heir apparent!
But if they could would they remember me?
"I certainly remember these."
Last time I was here they tried to subdue me,
excited my fears,
tried to possess me.
Can they still, rhetorically?
As they kneeled, I walked the room once again.
Witnessing the evidence of the crime once again.
Seeing his death bed again.
The blood stained sheets again.
The dirty walls again.
The hard feces again.
This is the room in which he was tortured and possessed.
In which he took his last breaths.
Where he was asked to take side against,
against my interests.
A long, deep breath.
And with it I made my choice.
My position, I would accept.
Soon after, I looked to my kneeling subjects.
Thought of the crime they had committed.
Thought about what should become of them.
Who knew spirit creatures could die, again.
They died once, in the flesh.
But who knew they could die again.
Last time I was here they looked upon me with strange curiosity.
They might not have been sure.
Which may be the reason they tried to compel me.
I don't blame them for that though.
Even I didn't know.
But should you harm someone for reason only because you have power over them?
It's a good question.
It's what the world of powerful men have long done.
And clearly it's the same in the spirit realm.
Despite my new position, I am first and still partly human.
The underworld would be in an uproar but I dismissed them with a warning:
"Never the Innocent."
What they did to HIM in this room was Justice.
I lose no sleep when evil men get what they deserve, "they deserved it."
And their victims deserve justice!
So that was the end of it.
The first glimmer of sunlight broke the night.
Looking at it, I felt happy, happier than I've felt in a very long time.
I sang for a bit, in a quiet, low hum.
Everything has changed, I've finally home come.
