THE OTHER DAY
a demon
was born
the other day
a ghoul
rose from the Pit
you fit them
both in
uniform
tailored
to a perfect fit
THE OTHER DAY
a demon
was born
the other day
a ghoul
rose from the Pit
you fit them
both in
uniform
tailored
to a perfect fit
IN THE BEGINNING
IN THE BEGINNING
I was very small. I felt very small too: lying in my bed curiously warm, not frozen with fear.
The thing was massive and its violence was unimaginable. I heard the screams and the seconding sounds of slaughter through my bedroom walls, solid brick though they were.
Then there was silence. The dark shadow shape towering over me filling the room came through the door, then slipped into bed next to me as it did so diminishing in size and then disappearing entirely.
I knew it was there. I knew that it would remain with me forever. Sleep came quickly. As I slipped away I knew that this creature, this beast, this entity and I had an affinity. Whatever it was, whatever its nature it would be spending a lifetime with me.
Turning all the dark vision is churning my head into words, this would be its legacy and terrible gift.
