When I call you,
Will you rise?
Act?
Fight?
Or will you run away,
Cowardly in the face of great challenge?
When the time comes,
Who can I count on?
Will I be fighting alone –
As always?
Poised against the hungering dark,
Ready to sacrifice,
Prepared to die.
Solitary?
Who would heed my calls?
Who’d stand by my side,
When the end comes?
When.
Not if.
Growing fatigued with the weak-spined,
Feeble-kneed.
The selfish and greedy,
Who only draw near to enrich themselves.
To profit without struggle!
Those with no moral compass,
No ethical values.
Who wander to and fro,
Lacking any true resolve!
The fallow and heartless,
Driving nails into the coffins of neighbours.
To rob them of possessions,
To twist the story in their favor.
Where is the honor?
Am I the last of a dying breed?
Warriors from another time,
Archaic.
WHEN I CALL YOU,
WILL YOU ANSWER?
Or will you run?
Flee?
Hide!
Dereliction of duty,
One inherent to your humanity.
A thousand years of genetics,
Last of dying breeds.
This might be our final stand,
You know.
When the end comes,
I need to know.
Will you stand at my side?
Will you?
