The Turning Tables

And there it was, my uncanny damnation. With big black eyes and an eerie grin upon the face of evil. My soul torn from It's owner to Him that feeds. To whom that starves. My bones begin to tremble and my strength seems to render; but for my soul, is not yet taken. I hold my own, for it is I, that is all is left. My damnation has all but taken me alive, but not I will it take 'til there is nothing but air to find. As his smirk finds new growth, laughter roars from below my feet. Bones begin to break, strength is on a string; but for I who's uncanny predicament unfolds, I laugh just as so in fear. A grumble from down within grows stronger and louder until the very fate of death had turned. Turned upon my enemy. I take back what was once mine; Breakable bones that can repair, a soul that'll always care, and a fighter that never failed. All, all are mine. -Halie 7-6-14