Daggers dart out of the skies,
Blades batter the trees.
Fire spreads like hatred,
Icicles slice like jealousy.
Gunmen fire their pistols
Angels whip their leashe.
Each has a target, and they’re all aiming at me.
My head was low, my body hung,
I saw their aim, I read their thoughts,
I geared myself up for what they never thought.
A million devils all chanting my name.
They wanted me weak, their thoughts sung.
But they never knew me to lead,
this war just begun.
I relaxed, waiting for my army.
The men Allah had assigned to do this job for me.
I knew I was safe with my men of steel,
They’d go to world’s ends to silence my fear.
But I called and cried, no reply came.
Who has led my protectors away?
I had to battle, no sword, no shield.
A field of haters, and an empty field.
I stood as I noticed I was alone.
My protectors have left me,
I never believed they’d go.
With the spiders in my stomach,
this clichéd poker face,
I brace my self.
The world against me.
Then one knight rides across,
“I’ll be your army”.
And with a wrap of his arms, the icicles melt away.
The fires burn out, the gunmen run away.
And he holds me there for what feels like a day.
Just kissing all the evils away.
And with my new protector,
I feel safe.
Sad loss to the boys that discard their duties.
Don’t they know that precious stones,
If not guarded,