The Feat
By Matt Decker
DEFEAT
Disaster brews,
Battle ensues,
Battered and bruise.
Did this I choose?
I feel dread --
I see red,
A sea of red,
Eyes of red
Want me dead.
Hellish wind on my skin,
A portend of my end?
Scarred face marred by years,
Complexion flexin' with fear.
Cracked lips smack crimson dirt,
Parched tongue tastes scorched earth.
Boot of brute on my back,
Shield and hilt I lack.
THE FEAT
Lightning bolt,
Blackened skies.
Light of hope
Back in my eyes.
Do wings damaged
Manage to fly?
Still
A warrior will
Try.
Facts are facts,
Acts are acts.
The Act attacks the fact.
A feat
Hatched.
The V
Snatched.
Defeat
No match.
Up from defeat,
Up on my feet
Via The Feat.
Sweet.
© Matt Decker
Author Notes: The Warrior's Choice:
DEFEAT or THE FEAT?
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