Battle

I find myself as one of many,
Not soldiers, killers I would say.
As one of them I stand there, ready
To tear apart my vicious prey.

With final cry we run to slaughter,
The sun has sent us farewell.
I’m here to die – though no immortal,
I’ll send my enemies to hell.

The first one fell – he was no fighter,
He died with fear in his eyes.
The second thought he was almighty
And fell a victim of his lies.

A strike, a flash, a cry – a murder.
A hit, a sound, red stream – a corpse.
Becoming better, faster, stronger.
Excitement, passion – no remorse.

A sting came through and paralyzed me,
No metal would have caused such pain,
I found the cause it was my brother,
He looked at me while being slain…

…I stopped there, waiting for my killer,
But no one came, none sensed my soul.
For those who fought I disappeared:
The fight, not kill was their goal…

…My body hungered for action,
My blade was ready to be fed,
The fighting had its own attraction,
So I returned and made few dead.

With battle over I fell crying.
I felt the loss, the guilt, the pain,
The thrill of fight and people dying…
I crave to feel that once again.