Passion

"Ready"
"Aim"
"Fire!"
The flight of the kill begins,
Felt the darting pain of silver bullets never to be captive by the len's sight.
"Why? Won't he die! No!"
Ammunition silence melt to 'the never could,'
Screaming in defeat in this inner being.
Redness glow of light bestowed the mirror soul of me.
Sudden choke of breath release of the dream.
Pool of sweat desires,
Vehementing growth rapped within,
Lake passed the setting on flames.
Even the underworld backs down and hides from this.
"Eyes from red to blue,"
Rebirth of two configuration within this inner Milky Way.
Seeing to the right, pen on paper.
"It was never you, the will to see horizon other end."
Knowing,
Journey freely for new friends,
Strength comes in numbers,
Even if it's two or three.
Explore beyond what the world cries in doom,
End-time prophets they have their own.
"I Live to Breathe!"
Life I have been given.
Not by birth,
But every waken moment.
Yes! 
I understand your voice well as of now,
You who dwells in Humbleness over my head.
Looking to the left,
Book cassettes of Joan of Arc from Mark Twain.
"Forgive me my little hero, I abandon the cause & you. You only a child."
"I'm a full grown man."
Kiss of repentness on the cover page.
Now,
Age is no longer a factor,
But a hope to carry on.

Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006

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