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My Own Nemesis (Part 1)

Down deep with
   is where it lies,
burning and churning
in the purple blackness.
Until it hears the latch click,
      then the world
   finds out
what's in store.
With its release
the whole world darkens
and trees twist
    losing their leaves,
               all is deathly silent.

It has taken the one
   that brought life
        from what's rotting once again.
This time 
I join my knights
  in the fight,
this time its all
          or nothing.

First Rage bursts
out of my gates,
hacking and slashing
red slices in the fake night
as the tendrils
  slowly
close in on my fortress,
                choking out the light.

Now its tearing at 
the walls like it
          was a wrapper
to a candy bar
in a child's hands.

Sorrow stands 
on the terrace of my castle
with crossbow
and ballista,
launching despair
in every direction
       in a frenzy.

Then I run out 
into the courtyard
in my crimson armor,
sword and battle-axe
in hands.
I rip into
the sadistic night
but it envelopes me.

Cutting my way through
I find Rage
      fairing no better.
Seeing there is no other way
   I do the unthinkable,
I join my body with Rage.

Every pore burns
    as stiff hair
pushes its way through them.
My back hunches over
as if I was put in a vice,
     my nerves scream
        as my skull contorts,
  nose and mouth to snout
            and teeth to fangs,
my hands freeze
      in a deadly curve
as razor sharp claws
make their way
through my fingertips.

Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008

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