Retribution
by Talon Sinnah on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:42 pm
Retribution
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
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-
-Walt Whitman-
February 2009
January 2009