Refuge

I shall go back to my refuge, the cave that I retreat to after being sought after by arrows. My cave, where I’m a cynic of love, where everything is blunt and broken. I don’t have the extra arrows or torches, I lost all at war. It’ll be dark and moody. I’d be alone, again. I won’t believe in love or hope anymore. It always disappoints you. I’d fear nothing because the most had hurt me. I’ve been hunted down by arrows, been shot by rifles yet I am still alive. I can survive anything now, for I am invincible. The lions, the bears, the bats, they are my friends. They always have been. We survive anything. We are the hunter and not the hunted. Like vampires, we are invincible. There is no more fire, no more spark. The cave glistens darkness.

Believe me, I tried. I really did, but I was a hopeless soldier. Now my cave, my friends, we shall change that, because we are going to me invincible and hope and love shall never bring us down again. We’d be challenged but we should never give in. We would at one point, but not anytime soon. We should never give in to our enemies and we shall never put our guard down. They lie. You see, we ran out of bullets and all that’s left are shell casings reminding us how we lost.

My friends, we’ll pick ourselves up and hunt for the deers and the antelopes. We would pick on the weaker species. We’d break its every bone and tear it apart, till its insides spill out. That would be the glory we would savour together. Together, my friends, we could do anything. We’d be stronger after all these. We’d be stronger and better. No one’s going to save us. We’d save ourselves now.