by Shaun R. Baggett

What do you know of the Night you
stupid, little child?
She doesn’t care for you, and why should She.
For all She is, is bone-chilling cold.

You want to taste "ecstasy" in Blood you damned, impotent fool?
Vile, disease-ridden murk oozing from humanities wounds.
That’s all I can taste.

Is it Immortality you desire you vain, ignorant pest?
Forever and alone, stranded in a dark void.
Eternal Damnation is what it is.

Is this the Beast you wished to become you arrogant, irritating twerp?
No it isn’t. So run child and hide beneath your bed and hope.
Hope that you don’t ever see me again.