He feels
No fear in
This
Chanced dance with
Death laughing
In his face, with
A determined razor
Sharp grin he
Accepts this dance
Drawing his straight
Edge from its sheath
Aiming it at the harrowing
Beast of the abyss,
his stance
And stare balanced
and focused
The blade
Shimmering
Within the
Moons light
He stands
In all of
Time
Still
In this
Twilight

A tremendous
Roar from the beast rips
The silence asunder
The abyss
Throws down it’s
Merciless fist
In a furious
Attack; a charge and a battle
Cry are followed
By lightning strikes
That echo and
Impact and rumble as
thunder

Ablaze
Upon the giants
Arms he races
For the giants dark heart
It scrapes its many
Hands across its
Scaled rocky shell trying
To shake and grasp the
Now burning
Wick to its
Black
Heart

He sliced and
Diced
Effortlessly
Through the mirror
Refection phantoms
Of his own abysmal
Darkness engaging in
Fiery battles between
lust,
Envy,
Wrath;

This
Is a battle
That takes
Place
In his mind
This
Must
Come to an
End, no yearnings
No wanting
Just
Being

Becoming
The wind, he
Leapt from the
Beast’s arm
Pointing now
At the voids
Heart, he focuses
Becoming one with
The blade an
Arrow that can
Pierce through
The dark
a shooting
Star that love had
Shot from
The
Bow of
The
cosmo
Long
Ago;

Love,
Piercing
The
Threshold
Of
The
Abyss

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