Darius, (a short story)

Ya so what, it's not a poem but who cares. I like it. If you want to read the continued story just let me know and I'll add more.

Darius, a young man of age 23, felt a sudden blackness fill the chapel. His spine straightened as beads of sweat formed down his back. The already quiet and desolate church suddenly went deafeningly silent. Pressing his hand down hard on his kneeling leg, he stands heavily to meet the chill. His robes pulling against his effort as if to resist his will. Darius stood facing the various candles before him for a moment mentally preparing himself for whatever is about to happen. "You're not welcome here." said the priest from behind. The candles blew forward instantly and two separate thuds sounded behind Darius. "He's right you know, you shouldn't have come here. You've broken an age old covenant that wont be easily formed again." said Darius as he saw the candles blow forward again. He swung his arm around swiftly turning his body all the while and let loose the anointing oil bowl he had been quick to pick up just moments earlier. The same time as he turned he grabbed a tray full of burning white candles as he spun it in the same direction. The dark shadowy form burst into flames but still came on with great speed. It slid over the pews with superiority now glowing in fire. Darius picked up his feet and charged at the oncoming inferno. But suddenly he bent low and dove forward. He slid across the burning oil beneath the pews as the shadowed form burned past above him. When Darius lost his momentum, he stood and found himself over the body of a headless priest. But the change in light behind him shook him from his temporary pause. Again he burst forward leaping over the body and headed for the door. The door swung open suddenly with the dim moonlight creeping in with it. He saw his companion, Anstazia, throw Darius' chained whips across the floor. Darius swooped low and grabbed the hilts as he came to a stop crouched 15 feet before the door. He swung the hilts up in an arc ending behind him as the whips unrolled. One of the heavy spiked heads hit its mark but was in no way able to stop the heavy creature barreling towards him. Darius felt a massive weight hit upon his back and slam him hard into a wall bringing only ultimate darkness to Darius as he collapsed.