Dark Lord 
by Mark Hepworth

I am the Dark Lord. 
This time of the year I become more the creature of the night. 
The cool, the dim, they are my home, my sanctuary 
The summer seems so rushed and hectic. No time to contemplate, what we need to prepare for. 
My Spectre lurks in your mind. 
Constantly pulling you back to the fact That my reign has ended only temporarily. 
I am the Prince that reigns when the King has fallen. The constant spectre. The Mid aged king for ever. 
The cold, hard and calculating king. 
The king that tells you celebration is temporary. Never denying it is good for us. 
The King provides for us when the times are hard, Because I provided for you when times were good.
The Winter comes and I will reign again. In the Cool hard light of day.