My Book Of Dreams

Enlightenment 9: A Tousand To Two

Give up?

Do you honestly think I'll do that?

It might be a thousand to one,

But I am not ready to speak my last words yet.

So on I will fight,

For I will not let,

The bitter taste of defeat,

Invade my lips.

I don't want to live,

If it means relinquishing my honor,

I may go down,

But I'll go down fighting.

So I unsheath my dagger,

And prepare for my end,

When suddenly, a fellow in a blue cloak,

Came swooping down.

And to my surprise,

He wasn't on their side,

It was the opposite,

The stranger got his knife out and began to help me.

It won't make a big difference, he said,

But a thousand to two is better than one,

Him and I were back to back,

Aiding each other.

But I couldn't bring myself to trust him just yet,

For what reason would a stranger want to help me?

I continued to fight,

Increasing my chance to live,

Not backing down,

Or bowing my head.

For I can not afford to allow their victory.

There was an opening,

That I refused to ignore,

So I took my chance,

And escaped with the stranger not far behind.

Who are you?

I finally asked,

Awaiting a good answer.

Leif, he claimed,

I've come to recruit you,

To the rebellion.

My answer is yes,

I say,

For those people must be stopped.

Welcome to the rebellion.