"I see you coming, indeed it is you! It can't be anyone else. How long have I waited for this moment", said the sea to the sooth of my bruises, "And what is it that you hold!!! Is that your shield??".
The sea was no different after it dissolved my blood in it, still olive, stern. What has become of me? They call me a poet, a warrior...I asked for none of this. Here I am, the sea flushing my wounds, the breeze cushioning my back. "Who are you?", I ask. "I am your mother, son...", I can not make out between the waves and my nonrhythmic pulses. My senses are sharp as an arrow, only sharpened by the blows. There is something that rushes into me, what is it? Is it the the chill of the sea or am I still alive.
All I hear is a summon, there is panacea herself. She looks decent, all white, long silky hair. Had I not known better, I would say she really knew a good tailor. But its not her. The clinks of my sword, squeals of those who fought with and against me, the trumpet, where did they all go? I do not know what hit me, I vouched some magnificent blows, I fell to some ridiculous lines, I saw midgets rise and lions fall. They sing about my glory, honor. This hurts my ear. Oh the songs, how much do I want you to cease! This is no glory, certainly no honor. I have been fighting so long, even lost track of the cause.
I can't differ between my sweat and blood, they all taste the same. Or are they my tears, this can't be right, I am not supposed to have tears. They roll down, trying to make sense. My feet are swollen. I am trying hard, perhaps too hard, the only words my ears beat are NO, NOT NOW, NOT TODAY!!!
The sea looks pale, weak, thirsty, drowning, reaching for me, the desperate waves shower me, I am filthy no more. My tears have reached my lips, it tastes the same as its predecessors. I spit, I rise, my lungs burst.... they know who is coming for them! I can feel their throats drying, their spine chilling!! I cant feel feel my roar, my leap, all I feel is the rhythm, which said, NOT NOW, NOT TODAY!!!!!!!!!
The sea was no different after it dissolved my blood in it, still olive, stern. What has become of me? They call me a poet, a warrior...I asked for none of this. Here I am, the sea flushing my wounds, the breeze cushioning my back. "Who are you?", I ask. "I am your mother, son...", I can not make out between the waves and my nonrhythmic pulses. My senses are sharp as an arrow, only sharpened by the blows. There is something that rushes into me, what is it? Is it the the chill of the sea or am I still alive.
All I hear is a summon, there is panacea herself. She looks decent, all white, long silky hair. Had I not known better, I would say she really knew a good tailor. But its not her. The clinks of my sword, squeals of those who fought with and against me, the trumpet, where did they all go? I do not know what hit me, I vouched some magnificent blows, I fell to some ridiculous lines, I saw midgets rise and lions fall. They sing about my glory, honor. This hurts my ear. Oh the songs, how much do I want you to cease! This is no glory, certainly no honor. I have been fighting so long, even lost track of the cause.
I can't differ between my sweat and blood, they all taste the same. Or are they my tears, this can't be right, I am not supposed to have tears. They roll down, trying to make sense. My feet are swollen. I am trying hard, perhaps too hard, the only words my ears beat are NO, NOT NOW, NOT TODAY!!!
The sea looks pale, weak, thirsty, drowning, reaching for me, the desperate waves shower me, I am filthy no more. My tears have reached my lips, it tastes the same as its predecessors. I spit, I rise, my lungs burst.... they know who is coming for them! I can feel their throats drying, their spine chilling!! I cant feel feel my roar, my leap, all I feel is the rhythm, which said, NOT NOW, NOT TODAY!!!!!!!!!
