Specter
Blood of my Blood, life of my life.
Determined eyes we’re set a blaze,
To fight for glory, crown and praise.
To graze like sheep, roam the days
Tear down the villain for Hero’s sake.
Others came with missing limps.
Boxes filled with crippling friends.
His face and body, cold and black.
His heart and soul not yet back.
An empty shell haunts these halls,
Roaming; waiting for a cause.
No missing limbs, no broken bone.
Waiting for a place called home.
Chains of gold, strength, and valor.
Empty words, that do not matter.
A man once stood, so solid and proud,
A ghost. Now roams this crowd.
For My Brother.
Simper Fi.
By
Catalina Ortega
About the Creator
Catalina Ortega
Write what you know, and if you don't know; find someone who does, and learn it. Music, Lyrics, Books Screenplays. I write for myself, adventuring through magical realms; rippled between door ways across the cosmos.
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