Archangel Poem by Alex Alexander

ARCHANGEL,

Mercy in Darkness: Two steps from the pit of hell.
Battle intense: standoff, who can tell?
Floor waxed, slippery cell bottle drenched.
Sixteen feet wounded, no defeat, buried in solitude
with a formidable invisible foe, and needing to
take the first flight to the fortress immediately.
But valor never forgets to stand and fight.
What a necessary commentary on the psychic
In the chase; like disbelief, mass effect: fear
Factory Reaction, the Face of Cloning
Technology as science riddles expeditiously.
Being convinced no one wants to live this way.
Excruciating pain, drain until insane the lost
will be in the gain: mental ghost, leaving earth
faithless, in a slow pace inquisition:
Awakening a heart of courage.
The mind of a hero, in the counterattack;
disaster, now discombobulated; unstoppable;
in this state of fight for survival, while
barricaded under unrelenting profound
Assaults. To entice with bloody vice,
hideous barbarian; dragon of the age:
From beginning to end.
On the battlefield, cross swords:
The conscience within heavy armor skin-deep
Metal gear. Pierce at the tip of the spear.
God of war failed in an internal battle.
Point of interest.
A legend of spikes twice from the enemies within.
The heart of rage, Inception.