The Claiming

The calm is
almost eerie
as the silence
hangs in the air-

Quiet and looming
I walked into my home,
where was the staff,
the children at play, my dogs
to greet me
a stab of fear
tears into my heart.
NO

Quickly I run though
out the manor
and doubled my
fear by what I saw-

Struggle though out,
tattered and torn,
splatters of blood and
bits of gore-

I stopped almost
choking by
what I saw next,
what was left
of my youngest
child's dress-

Standing there
consumed by a pain
and rage so
great, I almost
went insane,
then I heard it
piercing out
in the dark-

A laughter, so deep
it reverberated
in my heart
it froze my very
being-

A second went
by and then a few more
and insanity's grip
moved me to the
door-

I couldn't stop
I willed myself
to try, my legs
wouldn't work,
I kept screaming why-

I was standing there
the next time
reality came back,
and before me stood
a man most gracefully
dressed,an air
of almost kingliness he possessed-

"Why are you here,
what have you done?!"
I screamed at him
as the man turned smug-

" I have cleaned
house,so to speak
and we have only just begun."

The coldness in his voice
and genuine quality too
made me understand
what he was to do-

He looked at me
hard,with ice in his
eyes,and drew the
blade that hung at
his side-

Moving toward me
slight tilt to his lip
"I will have this
world,bit by bit,
soon all will know
me and tremble
in fear, and feed
me with plenty
when Loovaes
they hear-

Too late to move
I was caught
in the stare,
the demon had
me in its grip
and the tip of Oblivion's
blade I kissed-