“Who are you, and what do you want?”
I hear myself saying, to whom I know not.
Diabolical laughter ringing in my ear,
Branding my image and strength’ning my fear.
“Get away from me, you tool of Satan!”
But the voice just laughs more, ‘till I feel like taking
My own life from myself, lest I hear the damned more
And reopen a still never-healing sore.
“What did you say?” he cackles and sneers.
“A servant of Infinite?” the worthless cur jeers.
“I am!” I announce, my voice sounding squeaky,
Not knowing why now I feel so needy.
How had I begun this? My stomach now tight’ning
As thoughts come before me like flashes of lightning.
How dare a mere human, of me the likes
Dare to draw near to a daemon’s sights?
How had I done this? Is this suicide?
Or is this for Infinite, in whose court I’ll abide?
I understand not what my fate shall become.
But in life or in death, this is what I have done.
“In the name of the Infinite, I command you to leave!”
I shout with resolve, though I wait to receive
My death from this unknown, uncaring foe
My heart, its beating—so fast, yet so slow.
I hear a terrified screech, like one struck by swords
And at once, for certain, I know that these wars
Against daemons, and all the Destroyer’s foul kind,
Are forever won by the Infinite’s bind.
My battle is over. My hope is assured.
No longer need I dare if I have the nerve
To enter His gates, for now others proclaim
That I’ve fought the good fight in the Infinite’s name.