The Mark

I am the calm before the storm. The darkness before the light. I am the monster among the humans. The taker of the loved ones. Their bodies I throw out like last nights trash. Your sweet little Angels, I love them so. Their screams? Like the bells of a Catholic church ringing. The mark I leave, the calling card of the Devil. I am the reaper. And you will know my mark, as I'll burn it deep in the whores chest I leave lying. Your daughter, you'll never hold again. But the frown of her loss, you'll wear like a forever mark. It's time for me to leave my mark. Now run and pray, I don't mark you. Shawn Gardner 10/13/'17