The rebellion continues.
“The Warrior” stands petulant, defiant;
reliant to emerge from his self-imposed exile.
Rising from the ruins;
billows of smoke amidst the staccato drone of distant sirens.
He has the dubious distinction of surviving the conflagration
with nothing more than a minor scar from a metallic dart.
It all starts with the turn of a latch and an igniting of fuses.
All hell breaks loose in blooms of fire; the resound of incendiary explosions.
You march into the breech and beseech the gods for mercy.
But, it will only come when the end is near,
and you’ve only just begun!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016