Broken Warrior

Has my futures fate become a victim of my evil past falling headlong in a spin,tward the day of my death what god has cursed me that i may suffer so I have fallen blind to my path and now I am almost alone in my suffering A large part of me wants to detach from this world,this slow death I was once held high in the house of the dragon and my spirit soared high with owls wings But now my wings are broken and I sit with my face to the earth and one lonely tear to nourish the ground then only to meet my maker then my taker.