The Dark One

On that darkest night,
I could barely write.
All the stars were out and bright,
and not a sign of homemade light.

In this endless, calming dark,
there was no sound, no call, no bark,
nothing at all leaving their mark,
in this endless forest of a park.

Then, to turn my words into lies,
and, to my own surprise,
near some trees that continue to rise,
I saw glowing and mysterious eyes.

I knew not what beast it could be,
but soon, I started to see
that this creature would not leave be
until it had what it came for: Me.

It wanted a new ally in play,
and I who dwelled mostly in day,
looked like someone who was willing to stay
in the darkness, as it was my preferred way.

In it's eyes, it showed me it's fun,
pretending to be like one
who lived happily under the sun,
and manipulated till her doom was done.

It's life was much like mine,
except when crossing one particular line.
Playing the sides for fun was fine,
but not for the despair on which it would dine.

So, in the end, I said no.
But it seemed that it was something it would not let go.
It could not force me to stay, though,
and could do nothing but watch me go.

And now, I notice a new face
that I really wish that I could erase.
It joins its brothers and sisters in that place
that is stuffed with opinions that come from their own base.