Darkness

When the sun sets, darkness and its minions sieze their moment of fame. Filling every crevice, claiming every corner as its own. Lights from the labouring candles offer relief from the nefarious darkness, but that is at best fugacious.


The minions steal into my head, coercering the sad mind of this mortal into even greater depths of despair. The candles flicker out in the cold draft. Fatigue sets in, but my weary eyes refuse to shut, cheating my consumed body of rest. I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.


Every night I fight this battle with the minions, the henchmen of my past. A stark reminder of the wrong I am guilty of. Every night.


I may have lost all these battles thus far, but the war has not yet begun.