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"