Eternal Battles: the good, the bad and the WITHIN, Part II
PART II: FEAR OF THE CHOOSEN RACE
Others have spoken of his disposition,
Stuttered in awe evading their words
Like a mammal digging through
The burrow of his survival
In salvation from fatal claws from the skies,
Is that what it was to them?
They depicted him as the King of Cursed Livings.
Despite others said he wasn’t of the living but
A reflection of a Middle Aged Curse;
O Mighty Knight, you crossed the earth, skies
And waters, expunging existence, casting
Shadows upon vivid colors of shapes and sizes extracting
The extracting the solace within us;
A doomed world you would create where flowers
Bows to you and Adam’s race would serve as your slaves.
Part II of the main Poem " Eternal Battles"