Red Mist
The demon was roused unbidden and overwhelming, spitting and seeing sething red.
The beast had great strength it knew it could achieve anything, violently. Very violently.
It had before.
Its evil rage spread throughout the host and consumed him, was one with him, took
over.Ruled.
With malice it could, would, avenge the deed done against the hosts loved.
The deed was small, the revenge great.
This demon-beast would and without doubt retaliate tenfold against the unknown
aggressor, it was unstoppable.
Although the dark and sticky violent lust smothered the reason of the host, he
fought within for calm and peace. He failed, was human, then not, then something else.
Two beings in one, good versus evil, the eternal struggle. not one or with reason.
As reason began to outwit menace, the demon began retreating, unwilling.
As logic regained control the beast fought back, struggling for its life. it wanted life, reason.
As it faded back to its dark domain it left its evil presence in dark gloomy
depression, but when it went, it was missed. Lost
And gradually the light shone through and the host was himself. Almost.
Beware the demon within………it may take over
Copyright © Charlie Milne | Year Posted 2006
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