Awake Poem by Mark Williams

I will never let anyone fall

Shackles, shaken - sullied on earth.
Verbose evisceration, vibrating steel,
calculations, coincidences, revealed.

Rage: insidiously perfected, projected instantly.
Surprise? Showing. Cliff no longer hung.
Indestructible chains of pacts past considered inept.

Even if it means going back

Heart pounding, taste overwhelming smell.
Sounds of shattering bones resonating,
shielding we closely, senselessly slaying.

They name me war.
I stroll the path of victory.
If red is my world, red is all I see.

Even if it means I don't come back