For the Kingdom.

[rewiiired]

A voice whispers
the war is over
long dead and gone

though I see no white flags
so I remain in my armor

heavy and suffocating,
feeling I'm dragging
eons with every step,
the weight of worlds

all meaningful suffering
and holy abstinence

with shields up, weapons drawn,
I fight ghosts
and battle against
legions of the possessed

riding echoes,
wrestling shadows,
shattering reflective surfaces
to microscopic grains of sand

still I hear the beat of the drum
keeping time in my ears,

still I wage on in passion
and unwavering commitment
to my duty and sacred vows
if only for the fact that I fear
that without this I'm nothing.

So to me, you are just the sting
of a bitter wind.

 

[stonerfromohio]

I enjoyed that a lot, good writing.