As I End My Words Part Ii Poem by joel gregory

I realized my fault,
Decided to mend my wrong.
To avenge those screams,
Those frightening thoughts that broke my dreams.

Those howling wolves weren’t far behind,
I stopped and turned and calmed my mind.
Her screams became my tears,
Her anguished smile my now gone fears.
In broken sorrow I clenched my sword.
Ran forward with a darkened smile..
Getting stronger every mile…
These six lines flashed up in
“Hear me wolves,
This marauder spells your doom,
I come to avenge my kin,
care not for my skin.
Her cry lets me live, her dreams never let me sleep..
I live now to lead you to fire that you put her through”….
As I screamed those words in grief,
Those wolves felt shivers,
widened eyes and whimpering cries,
Sword in hand I ran,
my feet in rhythm with the rustling winds,
sword in hand I hacked and slashed,
sword and claws at last clashed,
baring teeth and rushing feet,
till I slipped into a creek,
I knew that death was there

The dark visor green eyes,
The master of the wolves,
Those grey big mice,
Ranof in a trice.

“So it’s just one” I thought,
Alas! I never should’ve made that mistake.
a fight I sought,
He came and fought,
He held a scythe for God’s sake!
I was sure that blood wasn’t fake,
I was terrified as sweat smeared my crown.
But I didn’t back down.
Held my smile and dropped my frown.
As my sword fell,
My thoughts went BANG! ! !
That’s when these lines now rang,
“he runs at the speed of light,
He fights hard and tight.
His scythe is that which holds death,
Make you take your final breath.
Thousand snakes on his front.
To be killed not by life,
Death dare not shield
No sword to yield,
No blood to flood,
Immortal he is forever! ! ! ! ! ”

This time my scream countered,
“He runs at the speed of light?
Yet he’ll never leave my sight.
He fights hard and tight?
Well now he’s gonnaface his plight.
His scythe is that of death,
Mine is that which battles death.
He will make me take my final breath,
I’ll take a long one,
Breathless ill fight.
I no longer am life,
Nor am I deaths plight
Bare-handed ill attack,
Take him down from back.
No blood to stain my arms,
None more of immortal Charms! ! ! ”
My courage increasing I ran,
Stopping forever a ban,
My sword seemed lighter,
My shield harder,
I felt stronger,
My steps longer.

A bright light blazed above,
Down came a pure white dove.
It sat on my head,
And miraculously said,
“Warrior of light,
Run and fight.
Throw your frown,
Pick your crown.”
My eyes flashed gold.
My armour old,
Now blazing gold.
Pleasant memories,
Brushed my hair like a cool breeze.
Her smiling face,
Her peaceful gaze.
My vigour had woken,
My strife was broken.

I ran at blinding speed,
Moved back and slashed.
Snakes hissed,
Clearly pissed.
He turned anger blazing,
I ducked calmly staring.
Hacked once more,
Determined to make him sore.

He was weak,
His anger now meek.
But OH! That fateful turn,
Still makes my eyes burn….