Choices

The moon
liquid silver portrayed
slipping
through the branches
over my skin

rippling
water rushes
as goosebumps
creep
chilling the spine
propelling messages through nerves
that send adrenaline
rushing

rustle
the wind whispers
promises in my ear
while my body
still fights the urge

doubt begins to nag
"fight or flight?"
my foe approaches

i look down
silver
solid moonlight on my hand
beside black leather

my foe approaches
steadily
taunting
whispering lies
hissing between
a forked tongue
"the choice is made.
turn and run.
the choice has been decided."

praying for strength
i stand
facing my nemesis
of eternity
in this forsaken terrain
the prize
my soul

i catch his eye
bright red with hatred

a voice ringing
over the chaos
"the choice was made.
the sacrifice provided.
innocent blood freely given."

a banishing finger points
at what once was
the most glorious being
but now
no more than a maggot

"you have no authority
over me.
I am free
from my past wrongs.
your hold has been broken."