Blackness moved up
Without a warning
Nor a hint
Not to my face
But to my back it came
Creeping
Leaping
Driving
Plunging me
Into the utter
Depths of despair
Into a nightmare of fear and
Terror I had never thought possible
Changing me
Making me
The disciple of Satan
The Devil himself
What's your excuse
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