The Warrior's Choice

DEFEAT

Disaster brews,

Battle ensues,

Battered and bruise.

Did this I choose?

I feel dread --

I see red,

A sea of red,

Eyes of red

Want me dead.

Hellish wind on my skin,

A portend of my end?

Scarred face marred by years,

Complexion flexin' with fear.

Cracked lips smack crimson dirt,

Parched tongue tastes scorched earth.

Boot of brute on my back,

Shield and hilt I lack.

THE FEAT

Lightning bolt,

Blackened skies.

Light of hope

Back in my eyes.

Do wings damaged

Manage to fly?

Still 

A warrior will

Try.

Facts are facts,

Acts are acts.

The Act attacks the fact.

A feat 

Hatched.

The V

Snatched.

Defeat

No match.

Up from defeat,

Up on my feet

Via The Feat.

Sweet.

© Matt Decker