Off In the distance I see what was suppose to be my forever, with vigor, and fire I fight, though sadly fate remains master to my every endeavor .

I reach out to the heavens, so bitter, so very angry perhaps in an attempt to curse the “Gods,” themselves. My face moist, I gaze into the passing storm, witness to the “Gods” at play, happy in their life’s.


I pound my fist agents the earth “beaten,” and bloody I wear this thorned crown for it is mine. I collapse, now cheek, to cheek with our mother, comforted by the thought, that perhaps this to is my time.


Much to my dismay I awake, horrified of having to continue this journey, now deadly and alone. Things use to be simple, blessed with a family, and a home.


Welcoming conflict, and slaying all who impede on my path, sending each with a message, that soon the Gods too shall feel my wrath.