Here’s another quick poem I threw together not long ago.  I know I’m posting as many poems as stories despite saying I would probably not, but right now I don’t have time to write anything, so you’re getting some poems.  I won’t keep you any longer.  Here it is, Rise Again:

I am the coming.
I am the returning.
I am the ending.

You will not see my arrival,
I will be there before you know.
Think nothing but of your survival
When I come to fight my rival

Of change there is much to undergo,
For us to rise again.
The whole world will be aglow
We will do as we did it long ago

Those that think they’re leaders are chessmen,
Controlled on a field of the world.
Say goodbye to your kinsmen
They will be left in the pig pen

The air will be swirled,
Because of my rage.
The flags will be unfurled
To fight my scales knurled

The whole world is my stage,
I am the primary exemplar.
The start of a new age
None will be able to disengage.

Complete with my mortal scar,
I am the rebirth.
The lighting star
The final bar.

I am what guides your feet.
I am what hides under your bed.
You are not in control.