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Bravsters Basement



The howling demon prowls outside. 
I hear it's baleful cries as it threatens to turn the remains
 of my once proud fortress to rubble and ash. 
Tearing upon each layer of the outer walls with its rage and brimstone. 
What have i done to draw its fearful ire? 
Will I remain once the assault relents or will I crumble to shadow,
 to the dark where I was once born? 
With no alternative I will face the beast head on, 
this devil will not have the best of me. 
Perhaps in my folly I can draw its gaze elsewhere,
 far from this shattered fortress I dubbed my heart.


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