Permanent Link by Talon Sinnah on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:42 pm

Another step taken
Another blade of grass down.
Another breath taken
Another foot down.

Alone I wander,
Alone I stay.
My pace is my own
My existence is cold.

I once had a life,
One in the days of old.
The blood on the sword I carry
Matches the blood on my hands.

I once was proud,
I once was kind.
Now I am weary,
And walk an uncertain line.

My life was taken they had no right,
The betrayers left to walk the light.
Left to die alone,
In the dark I make my home.

Their fate is shared by one and all.
They lay this curse before me,
A fugitive they made me,
My wounds they gave me,
And I theirs.

My sword is stained with blood,
My heart knows no love.
Rage be my only friend,
A heart to me no one will lend.

Another step taken
Another bend round.
Another town on the horizon
Another friend to slay

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

-Walt Whitman-