POETRY – INTROSPECTION
A figure within the shadows I, in the presence of legends, stand Strong and Firm.
Down the hall, I pass them, my head up and my body erect. Looking upon their stone faces and eyes of steel. Before me, a reflection. It was like a mirror.
For the day will come when I am able to join them…
When I become one of them….
Now I serve their honor….
Represent their devotion…
Revere their courage…
For it defines the essence of sanctity.
On that day, I only wish I am worthy.
I reach a chamber filled with fiery-eyed warriors standing post.
Their minds have gone, yet they still stand firm. Still, they’re able to wield their blade with precision, absent of compassion. There is no longer consideration for what they allow to live but rather cherish the spill.
Dutifully, they pray to the master. Seek His guidance and wisdom. For they know they’ll be rewarded for obedience.
Bowing my head, I stand respectfully and silently pray along.
For they have seen what I have not…
Done what I have not fathomed…
Been where I couldn’t possibly imagine…
So devoted and steadfast they are to the faith, although they have suffered such a horrid fate.
I fall upon my knees, hands clinched, surrendering my soul and praying for his grace. As I still administer the wrath of a modern-day monarch.
A vicious and merciless wrath dispensed without pause. For in the pause, I meet death.
Filled with pain, knowing that we can’t get them all. For everyone, we take down ….
Twenty await….
To inject their venom into the veins of humanity. A poison so potent it makes the cause for which we fight
Fleeting….
Now, amidst a company of warriors which know this misery….
A misery that we have
felt…
tasted…
lived…
A misery like air that fills our lungs.
Our armor donned…
Our senses sharpened…
Our blood surging…
Our minds focused on the task at hand. Ready to accept our fate. Preparing for battle in this home we have found.
Defenders of the Faith
Yet, we are
Hellbound!
Mangus Khan 