The Slaying Spirit

I wrote this Novemeber 14, 2012 around 2:53pm, enjoy.

Blood is a mere substance,

A puddle of nothing in the aftermath of my victory.

I use bones as walking sticks and drink hot water from the empty bowls of the deceased.

I roam the planet with the spirit of victory.

My agility is from the ancients before me.

I have no parents, I have no friends, I have no love interest.

Those things do not exist in my world.

All that exists is my purpose.

This is not a love story.

This is a story of strength,
this a story of mercy,
this is a story of a warrior.

I answer only to them. 

They who trained me in battle 

They who guide my hands, as I rip through flesh and concrete.

They who guide my heart, from the sorrow of death and the pain of feelings.

I roam the planet with one mission.

I am here to win the invisible war.

The darkness is my cloth.

The stars are my counsel.

I will infiltrate. 

I will be victorious.

I will return home.

My title will be restored. 

A warrior of royal creation.