Greetings, friends. My October dark poetry series continues as daylight wanes. Shall we meet the Night Slayer?
There is a time for healing, she whispered.
This is not that time.
This is the time of the fight.
We take our punches and throw a few.
We will rest when the battle is won.
This is why we were granted eternity:
to keep up the dark fight.
Come, night slayer,
we have work to do.
Evil slithers through the land.
We shall slither too.
Now hand me a controller,
you are player two.