Battlegrounds

A Poem by Aramey

I've had enough,
my screams echo through the canyons
above the mountains,
over the seas,
all the way to the ocean floor.
They drift, shift, and scatter in every direction,
it's time...
time for me to get back up,
my demons don't just try to keep me down,
they bring on a torrent of holy wars...
but I'm reaching ~now~ for my blazing swords.
I stand, out of the ashen dust,
shaking off the remnants of the fall,
the Earth beneath me trembles,
knowing the burning rage,
of the light inside of me.
The Earth, she knows,
I will avenge each moment lost,
break each barrier that stands before me,
and destroy every demon that dares forget this history.
Arms outstretched... the glowing begins,
a thickness that increases as the great orb grows,
screams turn into a primal battle cry,
as it follows the wake of ever previous sound.
The shroud that battles darkness grows,
peeling away every layer,
and encompassing my core,
vibrations pass through every movement,
bringing life to my breath and reflecting in my eyes.
Strength passing through, showing forged armor,
my scars that bound across my body,
have broken the laws of limitations,
and I survive for the glory of life,
and battle... to win.