The Warrior's story

The snow begins to fall ever so slightly

The blood flowing as if it was nothing

The warrior was wide awake

The time was wrong

The heart was his only option

But he knew not where

And he knew not why

His mother was singing

So familiar yet he knew not how

And where to go

His legs were numb

His sword drowned in blood

That no longer knew who it belonged to

The dove was sitting down on the tree branch

as if the blood rain

Would not matter to this creature of love

Oh, but she knew

How much so she longed to change this singles man

Mind

His bloodthirsty thoughts and actions

Were forever sculpted into the worlds

Memory

He knew not how

But he but one thing

That he was the one that would stand up

As they all fled to somewhere

While the little girls

No longer singed

Ashes

For the world was too full of it

A million dead roses under foot

Their scent so familiar yet so unknown

Houses far as the eye could see

Were in flames

The people

Oh, the people

Somewhere

But nowhere

A child’s teddy bear

Left in the street

His ear tore off

His eyes melted

His one arm missing

As if the child do not want to let go

The car that once so relayed upon

In pieces in everywhere that he stepped

A stifle

And a bang

And all was silent once more

As the last house

That once held so tightly

To life that it hold so much

The sun burning but slowly dying

The last man walking down the pathway

Of hell

Created by the first man

All in flames

And all in pain

So many dead

So many gone

The war is over

But yet it is not won