Masochist

A Poem by Pharos

prepare to die...

In this ancient shrouded ruins,
I take a destined pilgrimage.
Seeking the deepest depths
of my fate, plunging myself
into a darkest unknown.

This aching bones cannot rest,
only fire's warmth bring anodyne
to my rotting soul. Watching
embers float and vanish to the
lifeless sky.

Alone, I venture the treacherous
roads slaying the restless corpse
of the long forgotten legions.
Cutting down a great number,
As their lifeless body lay to rest.

My body grows weary yet I reach
to the fog to find answers.
Be it paradise or self demise,
I could not linger in one place for
if death grasps it's hold on me
then it ends and starts all over again.

The once renowned knights and
warriors of the old, now mindless
beasts who slaughter whoever
opposes them. Their souls forever
damned by those demons, I come
ready to challenge for it was my duty.

Reaching out my hand to the fog,
entering the lair of the great ones.
I fought then died, again to awake
at the bonfire to duel once more.
The pain was gone, my body numb
but the rage and frustration remained.

No matter how many times I die
it was not enough to stop my blade
to give the final blow to the enemy.
Again and again, pushing me to the
edge of insanity as both body and
mind turns accustomed to it.

Victory was ecstasy but a short time
experience, yet dying many times all
over again makes me feel alive!