They stand across two deep outside my window

Awaiting me to come out and meet the challenge

A fight to the finish to see who is right about the conversion

They are many whom wait my triumphant return

It has been a long time since my last battle

My knuckles still show the scars of my last encounter

If I win against such great odds I become immortal

Losing means our world the way we know it is over

I am ready now for combat

I have my door open as I proceed to battle the mob

A thunder clap across the sky echo's through the valley

As I grab hold of the fist of the leader of there pack

The sky lights up at the same time to show the likeness

A conversion of restful sleep is interrupted

As the rain beats against my bedroom window

Waking me from another "Ambien" dream 

Tony Mike Nerone

11-08-10