The Rising

Another feather in my fools cap,
An evil plan went awry.
The demons have me in their shackles,
And they look thirsty for my blood.

I Stared at the demon who brought me the feather.
Yes ,the same one I met long ago.
He feared his identity be lost,
in my powerful hands.

But now the tables are turned,
And I am in chains.
As he licks blood from my face,
I clench my fist ....in vain.

He stared in my eyes with an evil smile.
Yes you have won.
As he brings his eyes closer to mine,
Searching for a twitch or a tear,
I nervously try to bring a smile .

"These feathers on your cap are my medals"he says
For a moment my teeth digg into my lips,
"No my dear "I tried to be calm-
"They are your plans that won't work anymore".

Till I free my chains,Demon-
You can stare at me.
Saint kochi for now-
Your mother f***** thereafter.

I continue my journey
with morbid thoughts.
Deep within I can feel
emotions withering away.

love, kindness,victories -
are memories now .
I look ahead at
the demon waiting.

I remember the past
When I use to run for cover.
But these days
I seek pain.

Search for the key
must go on.
Demon ,your wait is over.
I am coming to you.

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Even without thee the warriors in the opposing factions shall cease to
exist.But still you must fight .It is not victory or failure that matters ,
but Right Action.