Master to many, disaster to some
to those taken in you are the one
to right what is wrong, fix what’s undone
the beliefs that you carry burn like the sun
Beginnings and endings
intangible
A force to be reckoned
unstoppable
What has festered in your mind
as you’ve become a certain kind?
A shadow of night
moving like a phantom
Hints of madness glinting through
your soul held ransom
Master to many, you burn like the sun
your welcoming call is the sound of your gun
poison coursing through your veins
made you what you have become
Enemies and traitors
take them down
Invaders and agitators
down to the ground
And when you lay down at night
you’ve avoided disaster
Till the poison wears away
your heart still beats faster
Fingertips touching the steel of your gun
Your own master
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Goddess of the Mist (
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On first reading this seemed almost impenetrable. On second reading it came into focus so sharply I almost gasped. You've imagined what it is to have your soul held hostage. To be so sure of oneself, to see so many traitors and invaders. To bow to your firearm like a samurai to his feudal lord. You gave me goosebumps, and food for thought.
Oh I love that! Thank you for letting me know 💐
I agree with the above comment. I had to read it twice before it sunk it and it's actually rather brilliant what you have done here. It's very clever. A great piece! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Clara! It's strange, I almost thought about ditching it a couple times. Now I'm glad I didn't! Thanks for reading!
Great piece. Just that opening line was fantastic. I enjoyed reading this one.
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