They say I am powerful.
They say I am the darkness.
They sayI instill fear into the hearts of many.
They even say that the Devil himself
is afraid of me.
And I've found that I am content to let them say these things
in hushed tones
and behind closed doors.
The fear
and subdued awe they exude when I am mentioned,
I let it go on.
They say I've killed men with single finger.
They say that I can tame the shadows.
They say that my body was born without a soul
so that I could travel outside the human realm.
They even say that Death
is complacent to my whims
and follows me like a dog.
I don't deny any of it,
and He doesn't either.
He says it's good for the business and I agree.
So I allow them to talk.
They say no one has seen me and lived.
They say that I am more darkness than human.
They say I bathe in the blood of my victims to stay human.
They even say that I am the spawn of the Night and the Mare.
He enjoys hearing the things they say,
the fear they let shoot upwards like a flare
when the latest of my nightly escapade is found,
each one more gruesome than the last.
I don't care what they say,
for my enjoyment comes from the very things
they describe in hushed detail.
They say all these things,
all these fears poured into one person.
They create me an empire,
they tear down my enemies and I don't lift a finger.
I don't need to,
for shadows are only moved by the living.
But despite this,
they give brith to the thousands monsters that stalk the earth.
Shadows are everywhere,
thirsting for blood,
for death,
for terror
to ring outwards in delicious screams.
It's too bad that some don't believe these who know they horrors of the shadows,
the horrors of my past.
If they did,
they'd realize that every word that is said about me is true.
And they'd realize that it is only a matter of time before I grow bored again.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
