Vow Of The Highlander

Vow Of The Highlander

Howling with frustrated rage you claim personal foul against me.

Snatching up the proverbial gauntlet, you slap my face with the vile stench of your steaming words.

Decrying impropriety of conduct against you, You say you seek me out.

Seek NOT that which you do not understand for you could be so unfortunate as to find me

Mother Brigid told me about monsters like you. What she didn't tell you about; was creatures like me.

I will eat the beating heart of you, choke up the truth, spit it back at you and watch you be consumed by the poison of your ignorance.

Be wary of things like me for I am the shadow of your reflection, and I am staring back at you.

I watch you admiring yourself, see your ever monotonous primping and flexing vanity, adjusting the vacuity of your predatorial grin.

Practicing your smug persona within self-appointed judicial robes, your frailty is recognized and duly noted, You narcissistic pompous peacock.

I know your dreary desires, all your little lusting, you creature of habit and civilized habitat.

You are a mere tourist in my jungle nightmare world of "shadow-walking" reclamation. Stray you not a toenail off the marked pathways.

Your backyard is my field of hunt. I will stalk you until I have you in my sights. Then I will not hesitate one nanosecond.

I will take you down and enjoy the fever of your blood as I drink from your life essence source. I would surrender to death willingly as long as I may hold you in my loving arms for an eternity of death. I am hatred and I have already consumed your heart.

My focused desire is to suck the very life from your mortal form and I am longing for a release from this mortal world.

I am relentless... I am the Harvester of souls, and I come for Y O U!

*for Connor MacLeod