Forewarning Poem by Heather Milks

This battles exhausting
I'm tired and sore.
Yet I cannot give in half way through the war.
I have dug deep within
sank my nails down far.
My refusals poignant, boisterous, and strong.
I will not surrender when I know I'm not wrong.
I am her guardian, her protection, her singer of song.
If harm ever befall her
count your breaths until dawn.
There’s a new way of justice, a fresh battle cry
one that will shout out at the whites of your eye.
Dare you tempt and tug at a beast?
For soon you will end up as one detestable feast.
The mourning and misery you lay at this door
will go on no longer, will suffice no more.
Your ignorance a weapon, your pity a sword.
So fall upon it and be over now.
The only peace you carry comes with your bow.
A bend at the waist a slow backing out
Be gone and forgotten I banish you now!