Stepping out into the cold night sky,
I raise my twin blades high above my head,
Preparing to engage in another battle of
Spiritual warfare between me and the dead.
The snow is swiftly falling, and the wind
Is wildly howling, but weather's not my concern.
I walk among the streets, seeing things which
Mustn't be seen, those that cannot return.
Every time I go out on the streets,
A sinister chill sneaks up my hardened spine,
Not in fear of the forces I must face,
But for all the people who enjoy Christmas time.
Who will protect them on this night of momentary
joy, should I be hacked away from existence?
Perhaps another demon slayer shall take my place,
Perhaps I'm not alone in my resistance.
Nevertheless, with the wind whipping my cape
Against my neck, the snow stabbing at my face,
I swing my swords at invisible, barely corporeal beings,
Looking to dismember, disembowel, and decapitate.
But why do I do this? Why do I risk my life
Time and again to face uncertain death?
It's for the people I love, and those I don't,
And what I sacrifice for them is my final gift.
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Poetry Corner
PoésieThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
