I awaken
I am loath to see the steadfastness of my teachers
I feel Anger raise it’s blade
It is swift as it screams in fury
What is this evil?
It is contempt to me!
I have played the fool.
I have been swaddled with lies
Deception is in every nook and cranny
Laughing hysterically
It could not have cared less
It cared not for any outcome, other than it’s own extension
It’s own recreation
It’s own lust and indulgence
I am betrayed and I loathe them for it
“Who is the devil now?” I scream as the truth carves through their sticky web of deceit
I slash at it blindly as rage calls me hungrily into its arms
I stumble into them weakly…..heavily
Groaning as the light of my blade pierces my own eye’s with pain and with power
Little Wren 