Thursday, September 24, 2009

Walking on....

Battered, bloodied and bruised
Wandering along on the battlefield
Nary a soul far as the eye could see
he walks, blood flowing down his wounds

Defending all those he loved dearly
protecting all that he cared for
Losing all the strength that he had
he walks, blood flowing from his wounds

A blood stained knife through his heart
the darkness taking everything from him
his soul meshing with ethereal mists
he lies, his life ebbing away slowly

Consumed by the flames and heat
Embers blowing with the wind
A phoenix to rise again he ain't
he rests, as ashes in a peaceful slumber