The Black Promise

Evil,

Like the darkest place,

Like the blackest lie,

Has a home,

In the most disturbing spot,

Your heart.

You are capable of true murder,

crimes against the gods above,

disaster never thought of,

plague not ever contemplated,

destruction, complete and utter.

Your mind denies,

as well it should.

Our souls,

however worn,

seek goodness,

and wish to follow,

the right purpose,

that fills our dreams,

and makes us hope.

But even steel will rot,

and the pill that grants life,

can easily become a poison.

Just as we seek to create,

destruction lurks about,

and if we stop,

and stare into the night,

we can see and know,

the way to end a life,

to truly kill a human soul,

be that of an enemy,

or of your own.

We look,

in desperation,

to find a way,

to fight,

to live,

in a world where,

conflict is the only path,

to victory.

And we can find,

our personal knife,

our own wicked machination,

that can snuff hope,

silence prayer,

and end vitality.

So forever,

You will stand,

upon the scales of survival,

running toward the light,

and fleeing from the dark,

looking only to live,

wanting nothing,

but to deny the black secret,

that is written upon your heart.

"You can do something,

so terrible,

it would ruin,

not only your opponent,

but you as well.

And you know,

that you want to use it."