height

Up here, the weather is turning

It no longer bows its head to meet me

So my view allows me only the chin of my enemy.

I've stretched myself to reach up here,

But why would that be enough?

You enter my domain and stretch

Hoping your noise will shut me up.

I'm shoved backwards and falling

Since there's nowhere else to go,

The ground feels like a friend

When the words close closely around your throat.

I am not here to be threatened,

And don't you dare call me a kid.

Because I don't think you understand just how big this really is.

There is more to it than just the words I write,

Your cowardice is easily matched, to Hell will man-made morality.

Even if you ignore what no one wants to be said,

I will scream it until I die.

That is the only way I'll be fulfilled;

The only way I know I'll have done enough to finally rest.

But I know you'll think that to test my patience

Is enough to chill me to the bone

That finally driving my heart down through itself,

Will stop the way I feel.

But I've got eyes on your vulnerability,

The juicy underside of your throat.

And while I type at emails to the fates,

The Storm King sends me luck.

We're going into battle sweetie;

I will see you when we charge,

At dawn.

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