The Unseen Dagger Poem by Whimsical Wanderer

With nary a look

With naught but a turn of the head

My Hope passes me by, not looking back once

And the darkness and despair follow in her wake

My old foes resurgent once more

Though they can cause me no more harm

Their legions are under new command

Cold and uncaring, Pain leads the march

Patient and continuous assaults

Are the stratagems he employs

Atrophy and dolefulness his most trustworthy generals

And so the siege begins

The castle slowly crumbles

The ramparts turn to dust

Walls once whole and proud

Now help the invaders through

Wishfulness prepares for the final stand

His loyal soldiers barricade the door

As they lay their lives down one by one

He dons his shining armor

Then the gates give way

Admitting the swarm

He grips his weapon, and charges with a cry

He fights valiantly, cutting through the battalion

His shining armor now covered in gore

But a bolt from Pain halts his advance

His mighty charge is put to a stall

I prepare for myself for the end

Bracing for impact, raising my shield

But then a dagger pierces through my heart

Burying itself to the hilt

As I crumble to my knees, I turn around

Gazing up at my slayer

With each labored breath

Clarity envelops me suddenly

And I look up into those eyes I know so well

Those lips that had once bid me farewell

As darkness takes over my vision

I recognize that familiar face

One that I used to gaze at yearlong

It was Hope that had betrayed me all along