fighting

the feeling of being battered after battles, hurt and wounded after countless of near-death encounters, tired from the days of fighting and without seeing the sun.

enemies raging towards you in triumph roars of victory, sounds of carriages and stomping of horses, grounds breaking and shaking as giants like Goliath stomps with each step, thunder clasping in the sky and everywhere you turn is dark with the armour of theirs. there is no light for you.

seeing the scene of you being surrounded by the enemies all-round. the only way to escape is to fight through for an opening or be left dead by the enemies.
either you choose to live, or to give up and suffer under the hands of your enemies.

as you fight, enemies come charging more ferociously than ever. with each slay of your sword, another enemy appears. with each block of your shield, he hits more fiercely, wanting to thump your shield.
as the sword gets blunt and unable to slay, as the shield gets dented and breaks appear, you are left with your bare hands to fight. every punch and kick lands a dramatic blow onto the enemy and he falls. yet, many more are coming.

you are hurt, pierced by the staffs that looks like pythons with evil eyes, slashed by swords that yearns for your blood, bruised by the punches that wants to crush you like an ant, deafened with roars as loud as thunder.

tiredness sets in, desperation to breathe, stop everything and cry increases. fear sets in, hope diminishes. And someone whispered into your ear, "Why don't you give up? Why try? Once you throw in the white towel, everything will stop. You will be released from your pain."


sounds familiar to some?

what will you do when you go through such a trial?
Give up?
Continue to fight, hoping up till the last breath someone comes to kill the enemies in one swipe, up till your very last breath?