You Fall, You Endure, For Me
The foe that struck, that felt no guilt
And is worried not by the voice inside,
That speaks their own candour,
That hides not in untruths, nor masquerades
As mere self doubt,
Has long since fled their crime,
But we remain,
Not at the mercy of obligation,
Nor the need within beings of good
That compels the benevolent of heart to linger and alleviate
The horror, the pain, the torment
Fallen heroes and innocents do face
No, none of this, none at all
Forces us still, in this illusory battlefield,
Our antagonist is a master of evil
Aggressive and menacing to all
Who oppose him with valour in the elaborate journey
Of their lives
And we,
His despised conflict, the resistance that thwarts him
Without rationale,
Are exposed against his true nature
And the anger that rages within my very bones,
As I gaze upon my fallen brother,
Ignites an incensed hatred that
Seeps, every inch
Of my being consumed by this abhorrence.
And then… the hushed moan
Intimates life
Detestation collapses
Guarded hope awakens
The tremulous gasping
That fills his starving body
With the giver of life, that hammers at his lungs
Yet sparks elation in my weary soul
In aching arms I cradle him
The body, glacial to the touch and fragile to my tender embrace
The beating though, oh the beating!
The thud that rumbles beneath
My fingertips
The pound of his gargantuan heart, so kind, so gentle, so giving, is
Steady, strong, sublime
His eyes, those awe-inspiring russet eyes, gaze upon the vast sky,
The stars that fascinate him so,
I scarcely whisper my soaring gratitude, to him?
To I? To the air that fills his lungs? The crimson blood that pulses through him?
It matters not,
For he is returned to me, and I dare not release him from my grasp.
My brother,
My hero,
My saviour.