Prologue

The Monster

Strings of time are short, and so
a monster I do mould -
to make a stand against the fates,
so evil can't unfold.

And though the monster I have made
through black and vulgar arts
is a force of evil, I know
deep down in my heart,

I must align with the malign -
though I may take the brunt.
Put my hope inside a monster
for, a monster, I confront.