Darkness

The boy calls to me like a lover’s kiss on the wind. As I sit and watch each moon cycle come and go I realize he is lost. He needs guidance. His darkness is teetering on a fine edge of pulling back or consuming him. His rage feeds the darkness within him and pulls it forward more each day. I yearn to feel his darkness caress me. I must go to him. I must taste his dark power. I must consume him and merge our powers. I must get to him before he allows this darkness to take him over. I need his essence to be present within him in order for my destruction to be fulfilling. Valerius called him – Aubrie. Interesting. Last I knew his name was Arawn.  For all the years of his life, Valerius, as he came to be known, has been the object…