BY JARROD ROBERTS
These are the vines that bind.
Your movement will slow
Your options taken
Hope will leave with your breath
Knot, constrict, and devastate
This is the strength that kills.
You will not resist an impact
You will not stand a collision
You will not survive the encounter
It attacks and attacks and attacks
These are the winds that pounce.
Their strikes followed by thunder
Their movement matched with cracks
They will take the shortest path to you
Up every wall and down every pit
This is the fire that burns.
Its power is unrelenting
Its spirit is determined
that determination won’t end with you
Your history will smoke and crumble
These are the blades that bite.
They will break your steel
They will cut your skin underneath
Your heart and your soul are next
With swings, with cuts, with slashes
This is the team that ends.
All of their offensives you must face
All of their defensives you must defeat
And you will face them all
You cower, you scream, you hide.
But you don’t have to fight them alone