The Ghoul

Bitter and burning. The tempo of it races through each being like a tsunami. They are rendered useless by it. It's in them. They are in a state of peril with no where to turn. There are heinous acts to further it's cause. For some it's their finish. For others it's sustenance. This faction of tortured souls are not alone. It's global. It knows no boundaries. It can't be halfhearted, it's all or nothing with the beast. A race to conquer it! The creature welcomes new life. Some will fall victim. Others will bask in it's waters and then know it's time to get out before it's too late. Once focus can be maintained at least for increments at a time, hope is restored. This new life replaces the old and it's the dawn of a new being. The Divine presence whispers this new life from out of his precipice. The new form gulps the nectar of the earth, waiting to wander this new space. Sheer beauty pervades this new form.

If old ways resurface, his Holiness chokes and waits a moment to extrapolate his vaporous form. The soul is deteriorating and refusing to fight any longer. We wave goodbye to this beautiful person and have to figure out a way to sit back and watch this thing take over once more. It has many shapes, it has colors, and it smiles and grins and grips so tightly. How to stave off its scent? Merely impossible as she looks desperately at her ally who'll save her. Why try? These folks always let themselves down. They think they can prevent and hold off the monster but it prevails. It swallows it's prey up, person by person, and soul by soul! The space is too vast and the possibilities are infinite for the ghoul to torment. Keep a watchful eye on it because when not looking it cuts through the soul and leaves a bitter burning to those who bear witness.