It arrived with the presence of God,
And beat at the grey tower's walls,
Screaming,
Protesting,
Seeking.
The dark storm rose with the madness in my mind,
threatening to topple the grey tower,
lashing at the confines of my sanity.
A world receded,
Replaced by the fury of an angry,
Bitter,
spoiled child.
Death was friend, lost in the cowering light at the end of eternity,
Denied release, I bit my lip until it bled,
The taste salty,
disgusting,
nauseating.
The Storm wanted me,
Didn't understand why,
Didn't matter,
Dictated by nature,
Destined by the fates,
Would not be satiated until my blood, my thoughts, my memories, my hopes, my dreams were dashed to the cold ramparts.
It wanted it all.
The attack raged without relent.
The grey tower shuddered,
My conscious shook,
The bricks moved,
Cracks formed in my psyche.
The roar of the demon ripped through the tower,
Flinging me this way and that.
Dashed by the brick,
Brittle bones and brittle mind.
Pain.
Wicked.
Sobering.
Time became just a word,
Syllables of a language I had no use for in this place,
The siege commenced.
