That Night Poem by Him Name

tis' a black sunday a many while ago when that teriable thing happened we walked i happyness the last weed ever know at withch a man in a drunken stupper came and said 'i am the judge..' my respons was only 'i am the darkness to who are you to judge...' the man weilding that teriable blade said 'i am the jury...' my respons was as simple as 'and i am the reaper to all mortal and immortal' eyes as red as the fires that heat hell 'i am the exicutioner...' and with that he killed her only this and nothing more from then on i have been all i acused myself to be