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!