She fell from hands she couldn’t see
She was being fed to monsters
Left for…
Not quite dead because
Well…
What’s the fun in that?
As demons swarmed around her
Leaving trails of venom
Mixed with blood upon her soul
She concentrated on the pain
As their poison fangs sunk deep
Aware that the initial sting
Would lead to an aching agony
Paralyzing her moments here
And perhaps all her tomorrows too
But it was this slow torture of sorrow
The throbbing discomfort of grief
That awoke the warrior in her
The girl who survived, not once
But countless times before
Now a woman she fights
With her heart well-guarded
Taunting these monsters
Who try stealing her light
And over time she learned
To use the demon’s poison
To tranquilize her own fears
And one by one she began
Slaughtering
All the vile creatures
Bent on destroying her
HASTYWORDS 
You will prevail
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Cool.
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Some lines from Tennyson’s “Ulysses” spring to mind:
“And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.”
So, not peers, but demons and monsters – still, by sword of light, and needs be, by tooth and nail, she drinks that delight of battle in dealing defeat and destruction to those evils, this amazon, this warrior princess. Demons learn to fear her fierce smile, her spirit that will not surrender, her brightness that blinds them.
Yea, Hasty, I do like this one. reblogging
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Powerful poem from Hasty
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I like it, I definitely like it, and I like the force rising through the words that show that there is a will to not give in to despair. Love always prevails in one form or another… Yes, I do like it.
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And yet she still stands and musters a smile…. That’s what I see
Strength beyond warriors
❤️
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