Bray Wyatt, Kane and the Wyatt Family Moving Forward From Summerslam

They haunted the WWE for weeks before they arrived.  The spooky language of the cryptic messages echoed in our minds and something there resonated deep within the cold pits of our bellies.  We were desperate to be led; desperate for salvation.  We watched as he came in like a wandering prophet and laid waste to the monsters.  He spoke of the lies we'd been addicted to and we found ourselves wanting nothing more than to finally be free from the untruths of it all.
He told us that he was a friend to the fire and we believed.  But when he stepped into the fiery ring proud and alone at Summerslam, his confidence left him and again we were alone.  Our prophet became just a toy to the beast that he had taunted, and when he was thrown to the fire he recoiled and his eyes were wide with a fear that broke our hearts to witness for again we knew that our newfound prophet was just as weak and as frightened as the rest of us.
He grovelled on his hands and knees and he begged for his disciples to save him and we saw that without his disciples close at his side he is nothing.  When his disciples came running but they could not reach him he insulted them.  Still they came though, and when finally they stepped over the flames, only they could lay the beast low.
What shall come of the big red monster though?  He wasn't left to fester, he was dragged away.  But to where?  And when will his torment be revealed to us?  Is there some chance that my frail eyes and my weak mind have deceived me? I worry that there may be something to our prophet that I do not know and that my shaken faith is but a sign of my own shortcomings.  I suppose that given enough time away from the spectacle of it all that even the monster can be made to see the light and oh what a glorious rebirth that could be to be born again into the family of the prophet, no longer a monster but a docile, eager lamb.
But then again, that monster may be too far gone.  I would not blame them for simply dragging him out to the woods to rot.  Of course he does have a brother though; a dark soul wandering about the earth in silence like an apparition...a brother who despite their differences may begin to worry....who might come lookin...one who knows that when he wants to find his brother and those who have tormented him that finding them is only a matter of one simple thing; all he's got to do is follow the buzzards.