The darkness began to spread

Like soft butter on a piece of bread

What once was light,

Has turned into night.

What used to be good,

Is now misunderstood.

This used to be a lush green land

Before he extended his dead black hand.

The things that once gave me joy

Were ordered to be all destroyed.

He hated me, loathed me even

Because I knew something he didn’t believe in.

Countless years, full of tears

Filled with broken shards of literary spears.

The road is beginning to grow dark

My time has come to walk the path.

The path of shadows, the path of death

The path that will end my life

The path that grows forever more

Blacker

Blacker

Black.