A poem I wrote about something akin to a haunter of your destiny or dreams that tries to haul you back. Sort of an arch-nemesis if you will. I wrote this as more of a battle cry than a sad song.
All too often do our own memories or desires interfere with what we know we are destined for. The battleground is in our minds, and our enemy is really only the inverse reflection of ourselves. Like a shadow in a mirror. Hard to see and harder still to confront.
-Gregory Scott Gentry II
You became, and I’ve fought you.
How many times now?
Who is counting but you?
But yet you are still here,
Haunting my dreams,
Making a sane man question reality.
“I’ll never quit.” You’ve whispered.
“I’ll never die!” You’ve proclaimed.
“I’ll end up destroying us both…” You mocked.
And so will I.
For our battleground is amongst my dreams.
And there I hold my ground.
For dreams might be all I have in this now.
In this time.
In this where.
We’ve fought across worlds,
Across times,
Across legends,
Across books,
And across the icy crags and fiery depths of my own heart.
Never have you slain me,
And never have I fell you.
And my sound will always be that song.
That song you’ve come to hate.
It was the very song you heard that fateful day,
When you sought to destroy my dreams.
And I showed up.
And as soon as I find you again,
I’ll bring a scorched earth,
A desperate battle.
For the next war we share,
Will be the struggle that I win.
Fear me now, General!
Come and find me.
For I am ready to bear arms.
And I will conquer again.