The Darklord

I feel it now, in the distance, that slow advance of the cold, pressing forwards and retreating as if to test the walls of my castle.  It comes at dawn and dusk, settles upon me in an eerie breath of darkness the way the cold air of fog settles upon the warm ground, seeping in ever so deeper.  My breath escapes me and I am faint, too weak to flee my abode. I am alone. Waiting for the darkness to be made visible.

Cracks split across that sealed away grim, the demon’s ice-covered tomb buried deep within.  In darkness, a darkness I dare not tread, his eyes have opened.  The Darklord rises from the slumber I had once cast him into.  Time is ticking in his favor, he calls out my name from the shadows, growing stronger as I grow weaker, he awakens to yet again claim the empire of my mind, yearning to sit once more upon my throne of sanity and steal away my crown, to take away my power.

Tap, tap, tap… he beckons a forewarning of my defeat, peering through my stained glass window, the time has come again to fight or fall…

About Kephen

I am a Buddhist and writer living in the heartland of America. I grew up on a farm and spent a large amount of time outside and in the woods, a childhood I would not trade for anything. I've been writing since I was 14 years old after my English teacher encouraged me to never stop. I am inspired by the works of Thich Nhat Hanh, Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, Ralph Emerson, Henry Thoreau, Marcus Aurelius, Viktor Frankl, Carl Sagan, Jane Goodall, Kahlil Gibran, Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, and the list goes on. I read and write about various topics including Buddhism, religion, nature, astronomy, depression and psychology, politics, as well as some fictional writing.
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