The Warriors Way
The warriors sword is sealed as the weeping souls who were taken by his blade echo out across time
and the walk of the warrior is filled with empty strides a quicken pace places distance between his heart and his mind
as each ambition is fulfilled upon angers vice,
his soul becomes emptier than ever and his heart remains cold as ice
he finds no pleasure in watching flowers grow but rather in cutting them down,
for they are flowers and he is sand he remains a prisoner of the blood soaked ground
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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