The BattleMy darkness most will never see;More Like This
The ugly, unlit side of me.
Where whispers bleed in soil and seethe
Their poison in false airs I breathe.
The distance always holds a light;
My weakened soul soaks up it's might.
One warrior and one thousand foe;
A David and Goliath row.
I must return what's fired at me
To save my soul and set this free.
A straight shot of it's own demise
Explodes in the behemoth's eyes.
Then, one slain demon on the ground;
And, with the new day, beauty found.
Athena Pierce 2011