2Who am I?
With wings of the darkest night, and eyes of cold, hard
blue.
I search through the night, for prey, for happiness, or for
a way to show the word evil, I do not know.
Blood is my best friend, darkness my favorite word,
demons my parents, evil...myself.
I find a hidden utopia, an unbroken utopia in my world
of death and sadness.
A utopia many are afraid of, but not me. I cherish it.
Fondle it with love. Stroke with admiration. Mine.
Always mine, forever mine. But, what would happen
if I were to give it up? My ways, my life, my utopia.
Would I be incomplete, or could I still survive, maybe
with this hidden emotion of happiness?
Could I live with humans? Without sneers and words
of cruelty? Not that I mind. But could I link with them,
happily?
No. I am not one of them, I am a beast. A murderer.
They believe I stalk them, and I do.
I am what I am...
Their Shadow Maker.