The light parts beneath the trees and I fall quiet.
Falling endlessly through the hollow echos of the past.
Passed reality and into the state of the unknown.
Unknowingly, I light my fire and look around.

The seas have parted and the skies have turned to dust.
Dusting off my armor, I prepare for battle.
“Battling who?” I ask, “and what for?”
For Goliath has already been beaten and the war already won.

Nevertheless, I draw my sword anyway and rise up.
Raising all that I have left for this war to be won.
One last moment to prove who I am.
Who really is the hero of this story.

With arms shaking, the sword swished down.
Down went the enemy, scars and all.
All who saw were in awe.
Awe until my blood ran too.

That’s when they knew,
That I was a piece of the enemy.
And the enemy was you.