I still see him sometimes, in dreams. In waking life. Perched atop a roof. Lurking around street corners. Smiling from above.
Betrayer.
His body now wrapped in feverish excess. Enjoying his godhood. His power earned through our blood.
He is invincible. Immortal.
He believes.
He has left me with nothing. And so all I see is him. All I know is him.
And I will have him.
Paddy Dobson
24th June 2022