The Depraved Captive

It roars within, it prowls about,
With cunning lies, and forceful shouts,
It feigns a life autonomous,
although its threats are ominous

It feeds upon its helpless host
And to it's fragile captive boasts,
"You're mine, you'll do all that I will,
My ev'ry hunger, you'll fulfill.

"Where's your escape, where's your perfection?"
It taunts me with its vile inflections.
Is there hope to be set free,
Or will this always enslave me?

If my nature is to give in,
What hope is there if I can't win?
Is there more to my life than this?
Something forgotten, something missed?

My mournful musings seem to lift,
My foe's voice also goes adrift.
Caught in the deaf'ning thunderous sound
Of horses hooves upon the ground

But only one toward me strides,
A man in white upon him rides.
Dressed in the finest war array,
Yet slightly worn in by the day.

A mighty man, of fright'ning size!
"Who are you, sir?"  I ask, surprised
"Many men have called me 'Lord'"
He says as he unsheathes a sword.

I fall and tremble as I wait,
a cutting blow to seal my fate.
"Get up, my friend" his voice rings out,
"Why must you sleep with war about?"

I'm sure you're not looking for me,
We can't be friends, we're enemies!
"I've seen your toiling and your plight,
now will you join me in the fight?"

"This blade I use has served me well,
to plunder the kingdom of hell"
He bends to my bewildered gaze,
And in my hands, his weapon lays.

"What I have used, I give to you,
Now go and pierce your captor through!"