The Fighter

The Fighter

 Before the Revolution

(The anger builds)

 Rise up, never give in! Never let them bring you down to their hatred. They have an evil understanding of our love. They just think single mindedly and will never know what true love and true caring and true understanding is. They are the evil people of the world the haters of the underworld the walkers of the dead.

 Move on before you feel my sword, my fire blade aiming right for your heart. We will not fall to your way of thinking. It’s our way! Our decision on who we love and give ourselves to. You and your army have zero say in our way of life. March away before the war starts, for we have an army of our own.

Bear watch as the army of the people rise to destroy your ruling of the old. Watch as we crush your rules and laws. Watch as we rise up to your guards to show the world no more!

 

 Our Lexington

(One death heard around the world)

              You fell in my arms because of our love because of the passion we have…dam them. “Dam you! Dam you to hell!” I can’t let your sacrifice go unanswered. Our people are with us my dying love. They saw you fall in my arms and the crying of unjust is sweeping the lands. I will love you always and in my heart, there will never be another. I will fight with all my soul, with all my love. We came to this place to work on peace and understanding but now I see the true intentions.  I draw this sword to stop the single minded. To stop the blockers of true love and I hope I wipe there blood from my sword on a daily basis.

 

Your darkness is red with blood

(To many to kill)

             Cold morning arises; the hooves hit the mud as the march slowly moves forward. A horn blowing in the distance indicating the enemy is near and at hand. Slowly I draw my sword and let it hang knowing that soon blood will run down its steel. Faster the hooves hit the ground and the pace picks up. Faster my heart beats knowing this can be my last stand. My last stand, to show that who I love and who I care for makes and means nothing to the haters. This is my fight my show. I lead this army of the future to show that tyranny can live no more. Faster we go; I can hear the enemy closing in fast. The moving of my steed and rise of the upcoming battle is all the fuel I need to honor my fallen love. I raise my sword for the first victim is in sights. I strike and the blood frees from my enemies neck dropping the soul to the ground. I swing my blade in an arc over my head and down another. Cries scream out of the fallen and I don’t care its revenge leading my blade now.

Darkness covers the sky as the sound of buzzing fills the air. They fly in like needles of death…arrows. Many fall and many more will die, them included. I watch friends of mine fall and give last looks into my eyes. With their fall adds rage and hate, my sword jumps forward driving the blade in the skull of a hater. More of the enemy has fallen, but not enough… not enough for me.

 

Genius

(In the beginning)

 The horn of the many fallen blows and the enemy runs and retreats.  This is not the end but a small victory to show them. To show that we are here and that we are going nowhere.  We are the start of how the world should be.  We are the leaders of the new, the teachers that will raise up our children to accept and respect, to love and never hate. You got a taste of what is the outcome if you cross us and I’m sure there will be many more. I’m not done with you, for you killed my love and that isn’t a pain that I can let go. I’m sure there will be peacekeepers and ones with strong and heavy heads that can lead this new way of life forward but I’m just a fighter. And I will not let what happened to me happen to anyone else. I’ll fight the way you think, I’ll fight for what is right. I’ll stand up to you and your army anywhere that it may bring up its banners of war.

 

I am the fighter.

 By

Troy Bowden

Nov 9, 2012