• The black vines holding my arms and legs.
    of shadows with their mocking faces.
    They know The trees what is standing in front of me.
    The black lips smiling weakly at me.
    The gleam of a blade is all my eyes see.
    The stab of my heart, the twist of a blade, the end of my life.
    The vines retract slowly as I fall into a sea of red.
    I lay in darkness as death lingers over my vessel.
    The breath of life, no, death surges through my skin.
    My eyes open slowly, my body rising to my knees.
    The pain in my back, the sound of ripping flesh.
    Wings, black as night and her’s, flapping slowly on my back.
    I roar in anger as my eyes burn, my sight being flooded with red.
    My fingers become silvery long tips, scratching at the dirt.
    I rise slowly in a growl as the darkness releases from my lower back.
    It waves back and forth, scales patterned perfectly and evenly.
    I roar again at her, a hiss comes from her mouth, commanding me to fall and bow to her.
    I turn away and ignore her, seeing what I had become.
    A fiend of shadows, a soul of darkness, a demon.
    I turn back slowly, looking into her eyes, reflecting what I had become.
    Death had came for me and she gave me something more.