A fiction poem written for the dark story book lovers!It is not an easy read,so make sure to be prepared.After all that time,I can not believe it to be Him.He has been my worst dream ever since that night,and now He wants me to fight?They can't see Him for who He truly is,still being able to look into His eyes and miss.He comes too close and whispers dominantly in my ear: "Be good, play along and don't you fear."Flowy hand movements now reach my neck.Sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting me, a bit of my back,I hear some of my bones crack.