Excerpt From A Demon's Journal Poem by Yana Thompson

I am the warior Prince Fear!
I and my solders have conquered and held this vessel for many a year.
Vengence is my brother and Lust is my sister we and our subjects have been very comfortable here.
Joy is gone and evil abounds.
I am genius in the evil that I do.
No one's as good as me and I know this to be true.
My vessel has tried to take back her freedom.
Weak creature that she is.
In order to regain control all I have to say is this.
You are alone and unloved. Insignifigant.
A nothing.
You'll never be free
You dare to come against me?
I laugh with disdane.
Pitiful creature!
You are the scum beneath my shoe.
Though I wear your face as a mask I need no ruse to fool one as dumb as you!
How dare you think you can do better!
Do you think that you can knock me from my throne?
Will you come with back up or are you brave enough to come alone?
I dare you to try.
Before you take your next breath I'll have you slit your throught and die.
I look at the world around me filled with disgust and disdain.
All the while the good within is slowly being drained.
Evil as I am something within struggles to survive.
A flickering flame as small as my thumb and just as dumb tries to burn bright.
It whispers measures of comfort to my captive and she grows stronger by the day.
As fearsome as I am she makes me afraid.
She alone can defeat me and my army.
I sought to conquer an easy vessel and as she begins to gather her weapens and her courage I grow enraged.
My siblings frantically encourage me to isssue a command to desert this vessel, but I will not back down!
She is mine!
She has a friend.
A fellow warroir who fights by her side.
One who's ways are of the creator and who walks in the light.
She 's starting to listen to this General and with every passing day I lose a little more control.
What will my master say when I lose this foothold?
I cannot think like that, yet I still shake in fear.
Will she win today, this month, by next year?
Several Prince's have already gone and there's not many left.
Suicide has fled having been torn apart by our hosts love for the General.
I am sending for recruits, but i don't believe they'll get here in time.
This is possibly my last entry.
If I don't survive it will be because the vessel has joined with the holies.
The possibillity is becomming more and more aparent.
God have mercy on us all!