Monster

The breeze blows and I feel the heat. The breeze blows and I can feel the hot embers upon my skin. But I can not not feel them upon my face. For my face is as wet as the man who has worked all day in the fields. For I can feel my eyes over flow and run over. But from my mouth you will not hear the sound of a whine. You will not hear me whimper. You will not hear my cries. I will take in all the pain and destruction you bring. I will take notice of all my love ones I have lost to you Monster. All the love ones that wanted to be a part of me but you scared and made me think of them as weak. You had me turn my back on those who through this fire that now ravages my kingdom . Still stand and devote their loyalty to my safety . Monster you are no longer the enemy of one. For they have come to breath hope into this dark soul. But I am afraid their words fall on deaf ears. For my enemy stands before me. And the anger the rage. No for need has taken me the need for VENGEANCE.