Souls of the Reverent

November 7, 2011
By Maraajat BRONZE, Port Matilda, Pennsylvania
Maraajat BRONZE, Port Matilda, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

Kurt Vonnegut, "Cold Turkey", In These Times, May 10, 2004

US novelist (1922 - 20


Souls of the Reverent
From the misty mountains to the abyssal canyons
Plagued by loneliness and despair
Darkness consumes the soul
This curse has afflicted me long enough
Thrice damned I will if I do nothing

Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past

In retaliation, I go to arms
Plated armor protects the soul and the mind
The blade keeps darkness from the heart
A sable cloak shrouds my presence
I must act

Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past

Minions of the darkness patrol with the eyes of a hawk
Hidden in the shadows, I march to the lair of my enemy
Weapon drawn, I relinquish my fear and toss away hesitation
Joined by warriors of the diverse, we confront an enemy of the same

Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past

One by one, enemies fall by the sum of our might
Under the glow of the great silver eye,
We howl with determination of the light
Raging beasts thrash and storm to destroy us
But none can fell a warrior of purity

Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past

As one, we plunge our blades into the belly of the beast
Nearly being consumed by darkness, our will resists temptation
Perched upon the cadaverous body of our fallen enemy
We are the Reavers of Minority


The author's comments:
This is to inspire those whom fear consequences of standing up for yourself. Listen closely: one can make you feel worse only if you let them. Your focus determines your reality.

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