Among the ashes we once lived, I found the splinter.
The splinter grew out of the bones we carved in the fires burning for years
We found a new beginning and built our civilization in a black city
we could never call our own
Yet amid the rubble, a single rose remained.
It was a blood rose
The last reminder that Darkaidia belonged to our kind.
Each firm petal bared a sharp edge
Like a razor that could slit a vein twice in half
I remember the rose
It cut me
Its thorn imprinted my flesh.
As the days mold and the clouds tear themselves apart
The rain befalls us.
We fall to crumbs.
My scar remains in you.
Your blood contains my black soul.
And your pride is no longer yours.
I toy with your emotions
Because I own them
Unlike the key you never gave me.
But fear not.
I have turned your kingdom into my dungeon.
Every prince is a skeleton rotting in cement
And every goblin rules the midland creatures.
The ocean has turned into a rich black sea
composed of ancient memories I abandoned
When I arrived
With the knowledge I would remake history
So all will bow in fear at the mention of me
Darkaidia has returned.
Her rise was never foretold.
Her story never captured.
Her life never anticipated.
But I am here.
The trees killed themselves when I rose
Born again from the pus of a piranha’s mouth
At my touch, water became blood
And bones melted into skin.
The sky will forever bare
Look not for the stars.
I carved out their eyes
Decomposed their snake remains
and stuck them beneath the depths of the sea.
In a thousand years, they will become death.
And I am its leader.
You are my prey.
You may live for now
But tomorrow holds more appeal for me.
-Fotini (Tia) Polihros