The Good Fight Poem by jacob mathews

When darkness looms and shadows lengthen
When demons come out to torment with their brethren
When mind grows weary..heart ages
And panic with a glee dance around the edges

When failures stab as they please
And surrender whispers sweet release
When hope becomes a mirage and distant
And the end seems sure in an instant

A last stand..to fight the good fight
Once more into the fray with all your might
Shouting defiance with your last breath
To feast with the gods on your death