Prelude
Tears stream forth, and I let them.
I hope only that the answer is not no.
Can I keep fighting?
I will, by the gods I will,
A demon raises above me a demon of much strength.
Born out of me I am the only one who can destroy it.
I cry and weep and hope that I may find strength to keep going, to keep fighting.
I pull out my sword, and steel my heart.
I cross my heart and then cross it again, silently praying.
Raise my sword, charge forward to do battle.
A fight that will tear me apart until the cavalry arrives.
The demon swings and I parry, knock his claws aside and hack at his face,
But nothing can slow him, nothing can stop him.
He tears deep into me, I cannot see, blind I was.
Cross my heart again where is the cavalry?
I cannot die.
But I am dieing.
Dead
The cavalry didn’t come.
