The Demon Within Me Poem by Brendon Secrist

A lone warrior,
Whom no one knows.
An unearthly power,
That seems to grow.
It takes control,
They run and hide.
He kills them all,
And watches them fall.
Now only I am left.
I draw my sword,
And am put to the test.
Our battle is fierce and long,
But only one can survive.
We break away and start to sway,
As weariness takes its toll.
We eat and drink,
And barely speak,
As we redraw our swords.
Our skill and power,
Is at its max and no one can survive.
A destructive wave,
Ends the fray,
And only one remains.
I did my best,
And passed his test,
And killed him where he stood.
I sheath my sword,
And look at his head and notice an evil sneer.
The wind blows,
To morn his death and it cries,
'A demon is slain,
His curse remains,
And upon you,
It is thrust.'
My rage is growing,
The wind is blowin,
I hear a cold laugh,
And my heart is gripped by fear.
A sandstorm is brewing,
My anger is fuming,
I cry out in rage,
As a black rage consumes me.
My eyes glow red,
My power is fed,
And now I'll have your head!