Shades Within My Hands

Shadows drench my mind…
They think I am easy prey.
But every night I harden myself
To the light of day.

Storms are raging; ever raging…
I'm on my way to destiny.
I search for that which lies so still
In the silent darkness within me.

Wind falls and sun rises,
Following the moon.
But then up comes the rising night
It begins for me, so soon.

The gliding night awakens my soul
A glittering, blinding sight.
I’m tired of all who I despise;
Of all those whom I fight.

As humanity passes me
My rage within me grows.
I hear it rumbling even now,
Watching the stone she throws.

I’ve caught the stone; it’s in my hand
My eyes are a crimson glow…
I seek the thrower of the stone…
Somehow I already know.

I walk towards them with determined stride
They shrink from my darkened face.
I glide towards them with purpose filled
With interminable grace.

I stop in front of those cringing children
I stand above their eyes.
“Who dare throws this pebble at me…
…And writes their fate; dies?

“No? No one will answer me?”
I turn the stone to dust.
I let the sand fall from my hand…
“Then kill you all I must.

“For the price of one is little more than conviction among the rest. You shall all mourn in suffering, as you’re put to God’s Final Test. Since all of you think that you are right, and I am the One Who’s Wrong…then let me suck your life right now, and prove that you’re in God’s throng. So then you may be able to see that I am doing right…when your God says he knows you not and sends you out of His sight. Let me seal your fate right now and let you leave this earth…what do you have to worry about? You’re going to rest on God’s Hearth. Unless of course you are afraid that you’ve not done His will…by throwing this pebble at my back while I was standing still. I’m stronger than you, and you chose your fight…I’ve chosen my war too well. For many battles you are winning, but me you cannot quell. I am not one to trifle with; you cannot swallow me. For when I have my hands around you, a shade of death you’ll be. Albeit, prove your worth to God, I’ll bet He’ll hear your plea…but then I think you’re all a nuisance and to Him a tiny flea.”