As I stride towards the gauntlet,
I rid myself of fear.
I feel a mighty rush as my demons hush,
The closer I draw near.
My staggering foe, the aura’s glow,
Was never what it appeared.
Too many holes in my wings to catch the wind,
I’ve flown too low to be revered.
Yet, my conscience is cleared,
A sapient calm as psalms are repeated.
In the walls of my mind, cruel and unkind,
But too stubborn to be defeated.
I’ll valiantly fight until the devils night,
His forces will be depleted.
All truths revealed, my fate is sealed,
Your sympathies won’t be needed.
Justin Michael McCahren