Vicarious

I fought.
I fought for you.
And I thought you would fight for me.
I would have died for you.
I would have wandered the desert, sailed the oceans, walked on the moon for you.
But when I fell you never caught me.

I grow.
Slowly, at first
but faster, faster, my strength swells.
I unleash my power
in a deafening roar,
tearing everything in my path.
Ruthless, brutal, cold unforgiving,
I rip through the lives of the weak,