A soldier was I Once, decorated, proud, true, I used my visions To find prisoners, Ammunition depots, all Targets, protective, Not aggressive. But One day,

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
A soldier was I Once, decorated, proud, true, I used my visions To find prisoners, Ammunition depots, all Targets, protective, Not aggressive. But One day,
I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
Brothers three were we. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Singing harmonies. Simon I, doctors Said I crawled too much, there was Too much pressure on My brain.
Surely I am the Man. My sidearm sparks, puff of Smoke, bodies dropped. None shall stand against My stainless steel. Eternal Unquenched flame, Sulfur Saltpeter,
I was fighting with My shadow when I saw your Window light. I flew Up to catch a glimpse Of your beauty in the night.
I devoted soMany years to erase myExistence from your Perception, and IAssiduously practiced my art.You could look right at Me, and not see me.I reveled