It howls
The demon creature by my side
A mournful sound
Half torture half pitiful lament
It howls yet again
This inky black spot
Moving stealth-like across the room
I try to ignore it's pleas
Louder
More demanding
It howls
Sounding like it is in my head
It slinks and stares at me, sulking
It knows
I will give in
"Chaos"
It comes eagerly to my hand
