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.
Copyright © Mark Snyder | Year Posted 2008
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