i have fought with the winged warrior

but have been unable to defeat him

he roams the earth in search of his prey

like a dark angel seeking vengeance

his vile arows fall from the sky

a deadly hailstorm

that leaves very few unscarred

i have been struck several times as a boy

as a young man he has caused me and others

great grief

he must be stopped

i, too, bear a bow whenever his silhouette

passes above under the lovers’ moon

ever ready to unleash my message to the ungodly

a soliloquy of hate

that will be felt if not heard

i can hear him now

very

close

again it will be time to commit

to this waltz for whom

there is no end

for either of us