Title: My dark
Author's note: This is a song, sort of song-ish, Dark Empress style, dedicated to the Dark Archer, Malcolm Merlyn. This is something that cannot truly be defined. A poem, a song, a story, something very much in between.
Something born from pure emotion and inspiration. Read and you shall understand then.
Each one of Malcolm Merlyn fans invited! Everyone's invited!
Warnings: angst.
My dark
From a place, so sickeningly wrong
From a light, suffocatingly warm
From your hypocrisy
From the agony
From the fakeness
From the pretend righteouseness
I run, but I don't escape
I choose my own, unique way,
I run like a free, untamed wolf, determined to reach it's desired goal
Towards the only thing that's true
My life
My dark
They throw a handgrenade right in my face
Everyday, cruel, relentless, headlong into twisted madness.
They misunderstand everything, I'm sick of this
They try to pretend to be superior men
Try to deprive me of who I am
Cut my wings slowly
And still, my wings wave, rescuing me from their lies
Then I stand firm, and fight
Their hypocrisy
I fight, every day, every night
And for my rescue
I run, and run, my goal is clear
It's the strength I've always wanted to come upon
My life
My dark
Author's note: Here it is, to your enjoyment, my fellow Malcolm Merlyn fans!