purification

The night draws in like a parasite, shadowing everything in its path, the time has come, preparations are made, we must fight the dark with light, its holy brightness, to shine over all shadows, to scrape every last piece of blackness from this earth like the sticky tar it is.

Though my soul fears, it longs to remain etched within my skin, to not be ripped into shreds along with the others; evil must be purified, if we have any hope to cling on too.

This fight has been fought many times, under the nose of those too stubborn to see; humanity walks the earth oblivious of what comes. We are all soldiers of the day.

I am made to feel a visitor on this planet I hold so dear, I never chose to protect humans, and sometimes I am made to wonder why I do, but every time I feel my hope dying, I am reminded of the love humanity can show in its darkest hour.

In their eyes everything is so new, though everything is in fact older than time itself, when the earth was created a balance was also brought into existence, night and day, dark and light, nothing and everything.

The dark offers me temptations, but I do not yield, they bring me promises but all I see is a stained lie, thought up to weaken my defences but I will not bend, nor will I move aside.

I am sworn to protect the holy lands, to protect the innocent, and to keep watch on the humans. Those who choose to become one with the darkness are lost to me, there are many out there who un consciously fight beside me, those who stay pure and untouched in their minds thrust a bolt of energy through my system, giving me the power to fight some more.

This will not be the last time the darkness will grow through the earth, drowning love in its path, but where ever evil is present, I will be there, to thrust myself upon it, until it crawls back into its hole.