My monsters are quiet.
Their roars and horrible words dissolved into a fine mist of fresh fallen snow
Demons run off back to the shadows, refusing to throw any more killing blows.
Wounded by the bullets, the storm of frost that wrecked their forces.
A ceasefire, a surrender, an agreement to divorce.
Shadow men are hushed, ran off to the deepest corners.
But there’s a blizzard outside and my insides have surely frozen.
I ran a fool’s errand.
Believing the devil when he snarled and said he was breeding heirs.
I lied and laughed in his face. Called him a liar. The master of deceivers.
He’s made a home in my head, down to my bones, fooling me like he’s Julius Caesar.
“Unleash the hellhounds.”
“Put barbed wire in her mouth, cut her tongue so she doesn’t make a sound.”
The ropes cut into my skin, vicious thorns tearing veins.
Rebelling against his army. His array of decrepit soldiers.
His infinite knowledge on how to break my composure.
I am the land they wish to conquer.
Because every time I drive them back, I build my kingdom stronger.
They don’t know I’ve broken out, I’m the only insurgent.
Rocketing towards the burning star, my only light merchant.