"Follow" ( tiny epic poem)

[shadowknows69]

"Follow me lost children"
The storyteller unveiling the speech. To "the mob", "The People", some still out of reach.

"Times of dread and fear and Hell's hot breath be now near"
The Lost listened with skeptical ears

"No recourse but to mirror the beast. Wreck and ruin and blood to be shed. Just to turn heads"
The words made The Lost hesitant to be lead.

"Our voices silenced but actions will wake them. Show them. Shake them. Notice, and in their confusion we'll take them."
The Lost started to shuffle, voices muffled, scared to be seen and assumed that they'd heard.

"Follow not blindly, for that is your fault, but with your whole heart. Sacrifice is to be our part."
Uncomfortable, The Lost started to depart.

"Stand not if your will is weak, legs too frail or mouth afraid to speak. The world may not be inherited by the meek."
The Meek? They are lost but certainly not weak. It was strong men they were before they were lost to sleep. Did they become sheep?

"Follow only a shepard that leads you true. Times of woe ahead. I lead into darkness but will always be with you."
Darkness, The Lost thought, better light some torches. Pitchforks for protection against evil's darkest forces.

"Be your own light, give no quarter in the fight. Guard the man on your right. Make the deeds for the historians to write"
The storyteller stopped his tale. Waited and The Lost that were left rose to their feet and in one voice, a mighty wail.

"We lead with the light. The darkness we shall fight. By any means we have. By sword or voice or healing salve. Time to stand with pride. No more The Lost, let the others hide. This oath we take unto our graves. We'll die like men not live as slaves"
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[shadowknows69]

1. One kick because I worked hard on this

don't be afraid. It's caustic but it's fiction. Agent Mike knows that.