It was the summer of 1709 when my life suddenly became one of no purpose. Why? you may ask, well because my family is dead my wife and child lay stiff in a small box that they call a coffin. But it was also the summer of my rebirth my new life. But i viewed that night as the night where the devil made me his slave and I was forced to walk the earth not as a man but as a it. I remember it like it was yesterday that I'm not telling you a simple story but showing you that if I was to speak of the night I would be reliving it over again. I remember standing at the edge of the docks awaiting death, I was just a man who drank his life into the dust and the wind takes it from my fingers and it swirls with it going farther away and then disappears out of my view. But I couldn't bring my self to do it I was a prisoner to fear. But not fear of death but fear of having to live once more in this hell people call earth. I was born to be condemned to a eternal hell as this thing that I never knew was real. After that night I questioned everything I stood for even the existence of god. I stuck my feet in the water and the jumped into it. I let it take me, I didn't care where as long as I would sink to the bottom later like old broken ship. The darkness made the water look as if I was floating in a pool of blood the water turn red from the color or the blood red moon.