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.