They come. they gaze. they feed terror to our minds.
Devouring our dreams, our hopes, our wills and eventually our souls.
Pillaging, destroying, rampaging the lands.
Raping, torturing, murdering.
The few that stood up, became first, a laughing stock.
Later known as, heroes.
Heroes that stood up from weak villages, who battled the hordes of demons.
The demons slayed by heroes will always be alive.
Their tracks, their smell, their cruel acts are engraved into mankinds memory.
Demon spawn from raped victims, spreading like a plague.
Once again, forming a horde.
The battle starts again and repeats, century after century.
Demons, the worst enemy that mankind has ever known, has risen again from dust, over and over again.
© AnimaTure
