Everywhere around me I see it dig it’s filthy teeth
deep. Taking a hold of so many souls, direct or not.
Walking hand in hand with Life, tainting purity
with its dark essence. Life’s incandescence under
hand, hidden in the palm of Death’s minion.
But Death cannot see the path of Life. Stop.
The path does not stop, not for this
soldier; he marches on. Strong. One
step at a time, forward.
Forward he marches, grip
loosening. Hand
rid of evil.
It’s gone,
live on.