In the cold depths of the hills I could hear him whisper
in the swallows of the valley it spread,
Far away was the one I was seeking.
I leapt up on my god given horse,
And travelled the dusky road;
Down the slope, over the bridge to the deep dark forest
I kept going, deeper and deeper
Still hearing the voice, now getting stronger.
In the place I thought was the centre of the maze,
The voice was at its strongest.
I reached for my sword, and called to the heavens.
I peered around the gloomy place, and noticed the voice was fading
All of a sudden, Silence.
Nothing was to be heard. No voices, no echoes of the forest, nothing
With a flash a light came, so bright and wonderful.
It drew me in, and made me happy,
I put back my sword, and went closer to the light.
My head was hollow and my horse was as if not there
Suddenly the light went, and a roar of such power came over the forest depths.
A monster of hideous proportions launched at me as I drew my sword once again.
The beast's horns plunged into my valiant steed's heart.
As I leapt away I could see my face in the demons eyes.
The battle was fierce and the blood covered far.
I was dodging blows from the creature's horns and claws,
And slashing its shoulders, and legs and arms.
The beast took one last gasp of air and charged its horns into my chest,
Kicked off my waist, then ran; gashing out with blood, back into the forest.
I laid there, in pain of my defeat.
Wallowing in concern over only myself...
With the pride of killing the Demon.
Suddenly a noise came from the bushes and the beast was there to see.
I turned in horror to see the battered creature's eyes once again.
I could still see myself in his shiny eyes; picked up my sword, struggling to get up,
I moved closer to the beast; and slid my iron blade through the creature's heart.
My sword flew back; landing by the trees,
I was also pushed back, by an invisible force.
The beast exploded with a blinding light, brighter then the light I saw before.
Then standing there, with the light radiating from it, was a child,
A small innocent child;
In his eyes I could see, pain, murder, death, guilt, fear,
Then my own face once again.
My eyes looked evil.
I was smiling,
and I looked at myself in disgust.
And so I wrapped myself around him.
Unknowingly asking for forgiveness and a second chance;
I held the boy in my arms tight.
Darkness; pitch black spaces came next, and my mind was clear.
The child had gone, and nothing was left.
Was this death?
Was I existent any more?
I got to my feet; I couldn't even see my own hands.
I closed my eyes.
A light came again, and I kept my eyes closed
I saw a small village in my mind; a soldier and the small child.
As I opened my eyes, the light was even brighter still,
shining on me; I could make out my hands, body and feet.
I saw the soldier riding off into the distance and vanishing slowly.
I fell to my knees, peering at my hands.
How small they were.
I got up and ran, to the river on the edge of the forest.
As I was looking into the water, I could hear the voice again,
the voice I heard before any of this happened.
I turned to see the figure which the voice came from,
it was me, standing there by the forests edge.
My eyes were no longer evil, and my smile was nice, as I faded into the light again.
I turned again seeing in the water the child.
Smiling; I reached into the water, rippling my reflection, to get a drink of water.
