“In Light I was born, To Dark, I succumbed, Light pierces, it burns, The Dark – home I found”   Fear. So many of you claim to know it, don’t they? And yet they are too persistent to wash away the stains of their own evils and its scents – deny it even, if they can. Fools. Real fear starts when you become one; become fear yourself. That requires evil – blood, stain, and scent. *** ‘78 Three people were there in the alley – a boy, and two men. But one shouldn’t have been there, and yet he was, … Continue reading *IV. Shadow’s Face