Behold the solitary soldier,
All alone running merrier,
From a beast whose diabolical strength,
Has driven the best to the very depth,
Of hell unknown to the mundane,
Taking the fearless warrior to the nadir,
Of confidence and plant the seeds,
Of self doubt and despair,
Just as the negativity around,
began to engulf me into a state profound,
Doubting the very roots,
Which once housed a cherubic personality,
Confused at the pace of the environ,
Muddled at the loss of the control,
And was ready to surrender,
like a petty man with a broken spine,
The fearless warrior turned around,
Piercing the beasts' eyes with his vision,
"Is that all you have got???"
His words made the despicable one,
Boil with a rage unknown,
And this rage fuelling the warrior's might,
Making my presence as important as a troll nearby,
A sharp pain at the depth of my heart,
The pain of rendering myself useless,
The pain of being a nobody,
sparked a will buried unknown to me,
And the impulse drew a stone,
Which traveled like a bullet hurting the beast,
And i laughed at the ungainly beast,
"Catch me if you can"
And so I am entering the race,
Hoping to give the beast the fight it deserves.
