Even though I had been raised
Never to fear the Valley of death
One day I found myself in its' shadow
Whilst down on the valley floor meandering
My way thought the last long stretch before I
Reached the level plain at the end known as Armageddon
There an' then commenced an ambush of apocalyptic proportions
Projected from a camouflaged demonic location
High atop the valleys walled embankments
In a seemingly endless cycle
Of calculated traps
S(he) it - the demon
Stalked and attacked
Nibbling furiously at my mind
Pounding /attack attack attack
Like one who had been possessed
I ran for my life
Out of the shadow
From the valley of death
Standing alone I found myself
On the plain of Armageddon
an' looking around I thought!
What a perfect place for a demonic showdown
Now that I could defend myself on open ground
From there I bid s(he) it - the demon
Come! - lets have a battle on this level playing field
Where I stand in, Armageddon
S(he) it - the demon refused me
Claiming it was only skilled in
Mind ambush attack techniques
Played with shadows
In deaths valley.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think that most people could identify with that. Conflict and instinctual drives. tear us apart and its knowing the source of the stream it comes from. Kind regards Aine