dodging from tips of random spearheads
a deterrence to stop me in my tracks
glancing off the blades of the many
finding my footing in the rush
my armor slowly shredding away
yet with the will to push through
my blade unsheathed for it has no purpose but to kill
reflecting judgement off of my shield and forgetting all but the moment
swept up into the frantic to and fro
a wave of motion and high strung emotions
clouded judgments inducing the torrent
rapidly devouring the moments of peace
another loose cannon on the road to misery
indestructible but not invincible for through sheer strength of will anything is possible
the body dies and falls apart yet we still stand strong through it all
until the moment when your eyes adjust to the true scene set before you
an illusion beset upon by an illusion
imploding upon itself to form reality
allowing transcension with white wings
earning redemption from your dreams