Fall From Grace Poem by keron Johnson

My Accent into Darkness was a long awaited one, even now as the Light is fadeing from my eyes. All I see is a never ending image of me falling from grace, falling from what was my time among the people of light. Tormented by visisons of when I was a Champion of the masses, tormented by my shame, tormented by My Pride. They say the Darkside of Ambition is ones Promise of Redemtion. But I seek not redemtion I seek darkness the one Power that know no equal if weilded correctly. Now I place my shakels and chains of Aggony, Anger, fear, and Hate. Now I'm a slave to the darkness, my only friend is the voices I hear within but I keep them at bay, I keep it inside for I fear it will take over so I hide IN-SANITY, till the voices stop long enough to hear my new masters. Teachings. Fear, leads to Anger, Anger leads to hate, hate leads to death, death leads to suffering. For the master i serve is one far more powerful and wiser. I fear this darkness within but I'm compel to use it for it is my masters will and not my own but such is life to obtain true power. My master show me a new light, a new power and a greater perpose........... So what is thy Bidding My Master! ! !