apocalypse

i am the first.

they chose me

i was reborn from fire and

ice.

i was so close

but still i could not avoid

falling short the first time, cut off only by a rival's unprecedented yet victorious

hand.

they refused me

said there was someone better

but still i waited in the shadows for years

and finally my time has

come.

they say i am weak

too old and frail to lead

they say i am ill and marked with

disease.

yes

even i cannot dispute that

for have i not been blinded and wrecked by the insanity of the

fight?

a hard fought battle

finally won.

they say i was lying

when i said i had come under fire

but their mouths are guns that take aim at me

and their words sharp bullets that cannot penetrate my titanium

shield.

they did not want me.

but they had no other

choice.

he was even worse than i.

my rule is

watered down with the hazy mist of confusion

pockmarked with traces of

shame.

making my mark

dripping wet taking time and soaking in the sweet oasis of victory

leaving traces of myself all over her final

page.

my country, they say i have

doomed you