The warrior poet

[veyl]

Tread not light footed
across a path of shattered glass
for pain is only an illusion
of the weak minded
stare directly into the sun
before it shall set
and harmony will embrace your vision
hold the sweet breath of death
without losing your balance
standing strong is
lifes last adventure
Broken limbs prevail
with the glue from surrounding
tragedies
forcing the scorned bonds of mending
Forbidden lies fall
from grace to their rightful
home in hell
Forever burning in effigy
to soothe the essence
of our eternal souls
Sunrise calls the regrowth of
all and the demise of
night with a single ray
of its power

Shall our captains call the fray
to despise our sinful foe
or shall the war wage on
for serenity
Little tears from porcelain faces
will caress the surface
of the slain
They shall carry over lost loves
into the Earth
What pain shall we endure
before anguish is conquered
in the self glorified victory cry
from the depths of our inner being.
Stand strong amongst the cowards
that lie between our steps
and shackle our ankles
with their misfortunes.
Break the noose that grips our
throats within its clutch,
Fly free.