One winter after the snow had fallen
Out at sea, thunder, and lightning raged
Telling of my coming.
Angels whisper of my birth
When magic ruled the land
And folk prayed, standing by the stones
Before they knew about the darkness to come
The pain that would follow them
through their lives, devastating families
Stepping between those that love
Turning love back on them,
tearing bits from each other
They become as walking lepers,
without the bell to ring
They are swallowed by despair
It’s the beloved he is after.
My training in the dark arts almost complete
I will be let loose on the unsuspecting fools
Take all they have accrued
This will continue
until one is born with the power of light
The kind that can destroy the likes of my dark ways.
His day is coming…

© Anita Dawes 2021