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Death Walks in Black Steel

It's time again. I've been here before,
but I never get enough of that feeling.
It's crackling like a searing flame
that devours oxygen until I can't breathe.

Body on edge, tense, calm, ready.
I've put myself through Hell to get here
and I'm not leaving without the crown.
It's mine--I refuse to go down.

Blood and tears have earned it
and strength of arms will win it.
No one stands in my way now,
the competition cast aside.

Oh, it feels good...the sword song.
The blade sings in my hand,
wild joy keening in my veins as
I raise my arm to strike.

He's too slow--I can do no wrong.
My feet move like water over earth,
storming his position and raining death
in lethal strikes like a viper's sting.

Pure exultation screams as I trample
the last of those that guard my dream
and take it by force, with wild eyes
and open mouth, gasping for ragged breath.

You fueled my desire with your careless tongue.
You made me this. Do you like what I've become?
I hope so...because I owe you for that one.
Find a blade, friend. You're next.

Author notes

Not a poem, just a mental flare that needed to escape. Not looking for any intelligent comments, because it's not a thought-out piece. It's words typed as they came to mind. Errors left in, punctuation left as it appeared.

All it takes is a single damned person making thoughtless comments to set me on a mind-numbing drive to dominate my chosen game. I'll post pictures after I've crushed them into pulp.

Strength and Honor.

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  • Whisper Mckee
    September 8
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    WOW

    You always take me along for the ride.

  • Wonderfully written I think. Loved it.

  • As always, love it.


  • Sokarjo
    November 27, 2008

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    I pity not the one who brought this forth... and I stand in awe of one whose tongue is lined with precious gems, even when not intended.


  • Frodofan silver member
    November 13, 2008

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    Curious. I'm very interested to know the story behind this one. It sounds like a chant to me. Something to get you ready for the upcoming battle.

    You're right. It only takes one to tip the scale. But oh how they will regret it!


    • Lone Defender
      November 13, 2008
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      Underestimating someone is a stupid thing to do. Thanks for the comment.

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