As I fall down upon the barren earth

And struggle to regain my proper role,

My pride attacks with fierce and ruthless mirth;

A lion tearing through my weary soul.

He leaps and roars and strikes with steady claws,

And even as I call your name aloud,

His master stalls my thoughts, and shows my flaws,

And blinds my sight with his deceptive cloud.

He screams out loud; pulling me farther down.

Corruption spews from lips of Evil now.

Words shred my soul; they crush me in the ground;

And yet he waits for me to bow?

But now, while praying up to your great sky,

No longer bound to earth; instead I'll fly!

Author's note: This is the oldest poem I still have recorded. I believe this was written in about 2009 or 2010.