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The night wind howls through the Shea oaks, darkness as dense and thick as fog unfolds its tendrils leaching within the canopy of the forest trapping the living in the veil of death that only stirs on nights like tonight. Nights when the world is turned upside down and remnants of dreams become a lucid reality that no one would believe to be truth. On nights like tonight I wish for decay to find me and to cease this being that I have become a being that is neither here or there a being that love can not reach because hate has filled every pore and flooded every cell with its whisperings. It's a virile disease that I carry I am contaminated, stained by the mark of revenge and I will not rest until I relieve the burden of it. So I listen to the wind through the forest and meld into the darkness for this is my home, my labyrinth and in it's canopy I am safe from you but are you safe from me.

It's on nights like this that reason wipes it's feet on logics doorstep and sanity is cast aside for the howling has entered within and the ill wind of time raised it's head from the dead and burn like hells fire within my veins. I am possessed with rage tangible and nothing will stop me, not you, not any other human, not even your god will show mercy on you. You know I stalk you but you know not when I shall strike, that is the demon you live with, my cometh and I shall come with a force so corupt that the angels shall fall from heaven and the sky will open up cleansing the wound on me that you left. Can you hear me, are your dreams filled with the truth, the one you so cleverly hid, truth never dies it may lay hidden but it never dies and the truth will cut you down like the wood gathered for timber. So get down on your knees and pray to your god, worthless words spoken by worthless air for he won't save you from me.

When you take from someone there has to be some remittance, a consequence for your actions. The payment is based on whether you took only what was offered or if greed and power steeped in. When the balance is tallied up and the cheque is due you better be on the right side of not negotiable for the interest rate is severe and no bargain will be entered into. It's all about morals and if you have them or not.

So in the dark I come for you it will be quick I move through the forest I stand outside your window watching you warm your hands, alone you are as you should be. I am a little girl no more, my innocence you removed and now I will erase you. One quick swipe and the blood spills, one nimble step and I am gone and so are you, never more the whisperings, never more will you infect another child with your fetishes, into the Shea oak forest I walk aware that what I've done is wrong but I'm also aware that what you would do remains a threat no more.