Red Demon in the Dark
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You come to me at night
but thought you haunt them
You are not the man of my dream
You are the the demon I feared
Long ago
When I was a child
And I served in the a world of light
That you turned dark
Now you come to me again
You always have an excuse
For a man who claims immortality
You’ve claimed to be dying more
Than the average mortal
You fear to die alone
You tremble in the shadows
Claiming the mantle of a feeble
Old
Shambling
Drooling
Thing
Rather than face the truth
Where is your fierce gaze now?
Your claims in Might Makes Right?
Where are your whips and chains?
Hidden, only hidden until the spotlight
Of scrutiny I have cast on you passes away
Nothing about you is real
The pain you caused was hard won
Running to assure each servant was too busy
Chasing after their fear of you
To talk to one another
If we would have faced down our demon
You, who still appears in my night terrors
All lies would be exposed
Your glamours would have faded
Still, I hear the whisper of my dead mother
Crackling on a long disconnected phone line,
“his powers are fading”
She whispers from the darkness
The trembling terror in her voice lets me know her lie
She wishes me to come back, she needs me,
Not to rejoice in his defeat but to die underneath
His crushing force with her.
Putting the phone down
With a sigh
Like the rasping of the autumn wind
In dead willow leaves
In his old man’s mantle
He still lays body’s round about him
All who betrayed him are at risk
I have survived betraying him more than once
We do battle he and I
Dealing blows, he meant for death
Me, meant for defense, but it feels to him like
something worse and better than death: betrayal
“Ah, at last, a worthy adversary’, he breaths in relief
Knowing he has found his true heir
I feel sick at his pride in me
Standing against him
Surviving his blows
He feels this makes me
As evil as he
I pray he is wrong
I feel it makes me a survivor
When I see the heap of bodies on which he stands
I can’t help but wonder:
And why do we have the same blue eyes?
The same bottom lip?
Most of all;
What am I, that I still live?