Raining
Its raining today, again. The sky is black as it is just before sunrise, except now, the sky shields bright sun behind its cloak of dark instead of pale moon. Rain, thunder it makes no difference to me, my black clouds linger in defiance of sunny skies and warm days, the sky now simply mirrors the tenebrous thoughts in my mind.
I have been tempted.
Storms rage, yet calm is the breeze that violates my skin with its unwelcome caress.
“No one holds command over me.
No man. No god. No prince.
What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal?
What is a claim of power for ones who defy death?
Call your damnable hunt.
We shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me.”