A Letter to the Demons

Oh you demons

Who shoot the arrows,

In my back piercing through my chest;

It is full of those;

And yet you lose the string and stab me again;

But let me tell you;

I never kneel before you;

I stand firm and steady;

Barrage me with your arrows;

Test me to limits;

Poison them and hit me again;

I yet will not fall;

Though I do, I’ll rise;

Stronger and bolder;

So don’t panic when your arrows stop effecting on me;

That only means that I am stronger than you are;

For I took everything that you gave;

Withstood it;

Fought back when I could;

Crumbled when I couldn’t;

But for once I got up;

I would never fall;

No matter how hard you hit me;

I will not fall!

Ameliorate

I have a confession to make;

I casted a spell on you;

A spell so dark and evil;

That it ruined you!

And not just me,

But the entire race;

We stabbed your back;

And made you weak!

Oh you’re so formidable;

Yet you’re pathetically weak;

By our perpetual back stabs;

Slashing into your core and disrupting your boundaries!

For now you’re angry;

Agonizing in pain;

That none fancy to catch;

So the monstrous destruction fire up!

The flame that shakes mental agility;

Burns the conscious down;

Fries the optimism;

And depletes the race in contra!

Thy my heavenly earth;

We kneel before you;

Surrender our tricks;

Thou rise again and own us!

Serene the core, mantle and crust;

Make no move;

Destroy no being;

Mercy us!

We need you;

We need your passion;

To walk on you again;

To give you back, of what we took away!