The Siege

Two crumbing fortreses and a razed village.

Sacked, pillaged, ground back into their very foundation.

Little more than five years ago, I broke under beleagured war.

I was nothing more than a simple boy clutching the sands of time in his fist

Hot tears streaming down my face, wailing and bawling at the grains

As they escaped my strongest grasp, my straining grip, and riding the winds to everywhere The devastation of a siege is inevitable, and soul shattering.

And our engagement was no different.

I promised the gods that if I let myself live, I'd dismantle you.

Even as the fires raged, and catapults lobbed conflagration of your contention

The contention that I no longer had claim to this land, my home, our kingdom.

Betrayed by a union I never agreed to.

It was my only thought as the foundation gave way around me,

Bulwark and bastion wall collapsed in on themselves

I could see the pain in your eyes as you launched that payload.

Miles away in the same room, the most calculated strike you had

The only one you needed, calling my bluff, daring me to end myself.

I promised the walls of our castle that if I let myself live, I'd destory you.

Consumed and tortured by your victory I planned your individual torment.

Freefalling into an abyss of loathing, as I planned my climb out

With a ladder made from the bones and viscera of your moribund prosperity.

From the moment you admitted that no fight was over until you'd won it.

I realized the times I promised I would die for you:

I never thought I would die because of you.