BenaiahTheophilus

     Zack was sitting on the crossguards of his sword with his chin resting on it’s pommel and his hands lazily wrapped around the hilt. He was absentmindedly staring at his reflection in the window in front of him. He needed to shave. Dark scruff was peppering his chin and cheeks. He could go without a haircut for a bit longer though. He didn’t mind the messy locks of his short brown hair. His t-shirt, which was once lightning blue, was now splotched with dark stains and had a few tears here and there. His khaki cargo shorts weren’t in much better shape. He didn’t even know where most of them came from, but he guessed

I walk for miles across the hot desert sand, Trekking with a rifle through a dry and weary land. Why must my path be here, in a wilderness so bland. I long to be in the woods, among the trees to stand. I have not seen a cloud since my journey was begun. All I have to comfort me is the unforgiving sun.

I see the sun set, I see the sun rise, And it has not yet, Outshone my love's eyes. At night, I hear the coyotes. Before dawn, the call for prayer. All of these profound memories With you, I cannot wait to share.

You are the warmth of dawn after a long, cold night. Joy floods my soul when I feel your beautiful light. Such a peaceful rest to embrace a heart so bright. My world is naught but dark without you in my sight. The Lilly of the field, my sweet, blooming flower. My heart is spell-bound, your fragrance has such power. A wellspring of love, on you I wish to shower. Your lovely face, I long to see every hour.

So much killing in the night. Only darkness fills my sight. Why must we always fight? Two wrongs don't make a right. I hear the sounds of death. There is a shortness to my breath. The earth beneath me quakes. The air around me shakes. The reaper comes and takes. My heart, not with you, breaks.

     Zack was getting tired of fighting alone. The population of monsters and bad guys was steadily rising, and he wasn't getting much of a break from being a hero these days. He had heard of a couple of other vigilantes doing good work around the city, but he wanted someone to fight side by side with, someone to cover his back, and he had no idea how to find these guys.     He was tapping his fingers against the blade of his sword while he thought, making a soft "tink"  noise every time that his fingernails struck the silvery metal. He looked down at it and marveled at it's beautiful pattern. It had waves and lines like the grain of a boar

    Zack was sitting on the edge of a rooftop, appreciating the view of his beloved city and pondering the many strange events that had recently turned the world into a much different place. The sword was across his lap and he leaned his elbows on it as he bounced his heels off of the side of the towering structure that he had chosen to roost on.    His brooding was interrupted, however, when he began to feel a subtle rumbling. At first it was a barely noticeable vibration underneath him, until the whole building, and then it seemed the whole city was reverberating with what sounded like gargantuan footfalls. Zack stood and looked for the s