Protecting What Is Mine
I hear footsteps heading in our direction
They were so slow, it sound like
A beating of a heart
A figure appears out of the darkness,
It says it knows me
I never seen this figure in my life,
She must have ticked it off,
After bringing me back
Thus making it lose
A soul it already claimed,
I get up from my spot
Beside you
Getting in it's way
You think I let you take her away from me,
You got another thing coming,
I thank you, Phoenix
For taking us in
When we had no where else to go
Reviving my lost limb
Now it's time for us to return the favor
Letting out a protective roar
Stretching my arms out
Preparing to fire my main use of a prime weapon.
Once it brought out it's scythe like weapon
Ready to cleave my head from my shoulders
I realized that this is the humans persona of Death
Or what they refer to it as the Grim Reaper.
I did tell it earlier
Before this battle started,
For your soul
That I would protect what is mine
Even if it cost me, my life.
I could tell in its' eyeless sockets,
It's true intentions for me,
Unable to nod my head,
I looked at it head on,
I tell it to go ahead.
Signifying to it, to end my life.
You may destroy my body,
You can never destroy my soul.