Zerak

Chasing Demons By Tony Allen Night sky’s looming on the horizon, rain trickling down the trees, eventually falling to my face, rolling down my neck. I will not move to wipe its cool wetness off my skin, for if I do, I surly will be seen by the enemy; an enemy not of human nature, it’s of the oni, an ancient demon. Not just any demon, this demon is my own. As I was sleeping one night, oh what a stormy night with howling winds, and pounding rain, I had a dream. With in this dream was darkness, emptiness of missing something, oh what a good feeling it was. The feeling was short lasted for a sharp shooting pain, rips through my side