203rd Post

In the distance.

A village burns.
With the flames.

Of a demon.
Hell bent on wrecking havoc.

Causing untold pain and misery.
Amongst the human race.

As the impaled and decapitated corpses pile up.
Whatever remains of the screams of the innocents.
Begging to be spared from its wrath.

Fades away under its insatiable destructive appetite.

The demon looks at his katana.

Stained.
Dripping.

With the blood of countless innocent souls.

As i watch the carnage in the distance.
I silently ponder.

Will i eventually lose control of myself like the demon.
And gain an insatiable appetite.

For causing destruction.
And inflicting untold pain and misery.
Unto others.

Will i ?

Or.

Will i be content.
To be the shadowy silent one.