Dark Night Warrior
I love the common, the warm blanket of peace,
the soft whispers of a perfect and quiet day,
the calm of nature, birds, and other people
smiling and loving and happy.
But the Dark Night of thunder and storm,
of lightning and wind and rain excites me.
I feel more alive in a storm than safe
in the banal aspects of a sheltered existence.
My every dream is a warlike challenge
of attacks and kills and fights to a death.
What warrior is content to watch the battle?
Half of me belongs to the night, the dark.
I believe in war, combat, risk, and battle.
Bore me not with stories of contentment.
Challenge me with fear and excitement
before I die from fucking fattened monotony.
Look both ways and ask what kind of existence you want.
Oh yes, there are always the gaps to mind.