Death wants my soul, Not without a fight |
Alone on this gloomy day, It’s taking a hold of the last of my sanity. Deaths cold grip grabs my wrist, I shake him away. Not even death himself can move me. I am a rock today. The strength of Samson is useless, I hold his hair in my hand. He dares the soldiers of hell, To take me as a challenge. Who will be the one, to finally drag me down? Smiling now, I welcome them all. Swift honorable warriors, Thirsty for my blood. But, a soul full of vengeance and misery awaits the battle. Standing tall, there is no backing down. Raising my sword towards the sky, I pray to no one. I know I am alone, And have always been alone. Death is smirking on the sidelines. A smirk I will cut off his face. He sees the army approaching, He then sees my eyes. Eyes full of a strength, Something he has never known. A strength no one has ever beheld. Fear slaps upon his face. My smile evolves into the Smirk. I see doubt in his expression, Anger rises, he is now still as stone. He knows I have a chance. One by one I take them down, Sending them back to Hell. Fires arise as each one falls, Consuming them all as I prevail. A battle with the reaper, No soul has ever survived, Defying Death once again, He gives up this time. On this starless night, I stand anew in my victory. Blessed with eternal life, Cursed with an eternity of absolute loneliness. |