I will always be there for you

You push me away so hard. Do you not see? How long has it been since you huddled together around your little fire? In your little cave. You watched the dancing shadows flicker and move. From them, I was born. You made me. You needed me. I gave shape to the darkness, order to your chaotic, uncaring world. You took everything you did not understand and made it mine to try an put it in its "proper" place, and I accepted it all.

You called me monster. You made me hideous and evil. Time and time again you summoned heroes to defend yourself against me in all my forms. But when the tale was done, and the hero rode off with my head on his saddle, I slunk away. Off into the shadowed depths of your very soul I would retreat to lick my wounds and wait for you to call me back of your own free will.

It was inevitable.   

You shaped me into ever more terrifying forms. Some gigantic and menacing, some deceptively tiny and deadly. I had claws, I had venom, I had the very marrow from your bones when you let me take it, because you needed me to be everything you hated in the world. Everything you struggled against, so that when you "won" you could feel like you had some power, some control, some victory. 

But in the end, I win. 

Because you need me, you always will.

And I will be there for you.

Forever.