Gone all out
demon slayer,
whole self sold;
sprinting surely,
streaming smooth –
hell bash bam,
betrayed!
No siren
or notification,
to re-strike, no time
or to withold.
On the floor,
fiend fighter,
vision skewing,
limbs spilt wrong.
Can’t uprise or self utter,
can’t figure what just passed
or what you should have done –
to have cursed,
or mere blamed,
to have ran
or faced, headlong?
Up jump
fiend conqueror,
wearied, bloodied one
don’t be fooled.
Keep on your
wily, never quitting scheme,
no mummy for the mud;
slice, brute strike forward
and lynch this disingenuous intimidation,
shifting sorrow to motivation
and shit to jewels.
