Sword of Defeat

Written in a depressing tone and mood

It is there. I can feel it. I can hear it. The gleaming piece of steel going through my heart is screaming “You have lost!” . And it’s right. Death came on really swift wings to this poor little warrior whose confidence led him to take on the greatest demon of them all, and whose arrogance destroyed the footholds of his victory. Here I lay, hoping that rebirth and afterlife are just myths, for I never feared death in the first place. I have a greater fear, that of coming back and re-living the part over and over again. Hoping beyond hope that the perennial cycle ends, as I lay here each time, hoping that rebirth and afterlife are just myths. The sword going through me belongs to the enemy and so does the arm which so deftly thrust it through my heart, but I wouldn't cite him as the cause of my death. The truth is, I killed me by my enemy.

It took me years to sharpen my sword, to slowly learn to hold it, wield it and learn the art of war. It took hard work to finally gain some confidence from perfected moves and winning sparring matches. Inch by inch, a warrior was made, one with an enormous potential and the ability to bring down the greatest foes. Joining a race to defeat The Great Beast was the next obvious step and that is what he did. Honing his skills and perfecting his weapon physically and mentally took time and effort. Something that he was not short of and had all the will to put in.

The day had finally come. After all these years, I was facing the demon. Defeating its henchmen was easy but now it was the warrior versus his great foe. Alas, all the training and years amounted to nothing. The enemy was mightier and had better skills. The warrior lost. Same as if he had never trained. Falling to the ground for the last time, I looked at those who did not train as hard as me. What's the difference between us, as I fall ? The henchmen defeated them as the demon beat me. In the end, it's always the act of winning against the demon that counts. Be a warrior skilled enough to beat the demon or do not train at all. It is a world of black and white, no grey areas here. You are a winner or you are not. You killed the beast or you didn't.
“You are a warrior or you're not.
There is no such thing as a bad warrior.”

Author's Note

I’m a beginner and what you just read was written in a state of mind most aptly described as being depressed with some existential crisis thrown in.
Any writing based advice would be appreciated.

Reviews

[¿]

Writings are defined by moods sometimes...and the most known depression does gives a helping hand....I like your story of warrior in the battle field all inside you...
If you can make up something like this good as a beginner you may keep up the journey on this lane...And the second para was good to get for me and to understand the whole concept...I thank you for sharing this good read☺

[Shubham]

Thank you for your motivating words. 😃

[¿]

You're heartedly welcomed😊!