Our Dark King

by Sarah Clapp

A dark contagious fright lingers
through the air waiting for us to reach to
the sky and inhale our last pure breath.
We, you and I are but a fraction
of our world. The unbelievers the ones
who finds his unwanted life so difficult
to grasp. These people, the rest of us
have bones that quiver at the thought
of the Darkest King teaching and
incouraging pain and promptness
of death. They are the ones
with the weakest souls, it is
they whom against their own
will, are going to be his companions,
his soldiers in a dark and
desolate bliss. Doing deeds
never done by humanbeings before.
Doubt me not for Satan
exists.