The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
A candle shines through fabric
Flickering, wavering...
Darkness is here
I can feel it...
Abomination,
Their creation...
Mom and dad don't know why,
Their precious son...
He comes into my room at night after the hour of...
why I do not know...
It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...
It was late the night we met
The moon casting its celestial glow...
This is the end.
I fought long and hard to get here...
A pretty little girl
Sitting in a tree...
"Do it," it whispers.
"One throw and you're done."...
Trying so hard to be delivered
but they are screaming my name...