This darkness, born from Satan’s own shadow . . .

"I find myself in a state of uneasiness. There is a mist, a salty mist falling softly from the darkening clouds. I believe the sky is crying, but for whom does she cry? There is a shadow approaching from the west. I gaze in disbelief as a blanket of darkness unfurls upon the horizon of our world. Slowly but ever so surely, the darkness of sorrow is returning. As the moments pass slowly and ever so painfully, the darkness is enveloping our universe. Consuming our Eden, acre by acre. I shall have to face this darkness naked and alone.  Steadfast in my resolve to survive this fate, for this time the darkness is truly the one who will not be denied. As the leading edge of the shadow approaches, I can feel it calling to my soul. The darkness is beckoning me and I cannot refuse him, I must answer his call to my soul. I knew he would come, come for my world, my soul and yes, come for the soul of my Lovely Lady.

This time the Darkness will not be denied.

Oh what horrors lie in the memories of one’s own heart? When will these demons be satisfied with the sadness they have inflicted in the dark days before now? Why must he return again and again to menace my heart so unmercifully? Some memories will never be still, for they are never satisfied with their past haunting deeds and they possess the unyielding desire to torture one’s moral soul for an eternity. Leaving the days lived in the present a simple mirrored reflection of all those harrowing moments of days past. This darkness, born from Satan’s own shadow, is upon me and I am frozen in its approach, unable to flee. As this shadowy shroud covers my body, I brace myself for I know deep within my heart that it will pass, in time. The sun shall reclaim our world. But, the shadow will leave its unholy mark upon my very soul, this I know to be true. Just as the sun shall leave its warmth upon my heart. This darkness shall leave an eternal shadowy chill upon my moral soul, forever, Amen."

Sometimes, I can't find a reason to smile.

But, the darkness never lasts.

Like a dark little cloud that has strayed into my azure skies, I simply wait for it to pass on by. 

Then I get back to being the happy fool I was born to be.

Excerpt from That Darn Dragon