So much bloodshed
I've defended what's mines for so long and never held regrets.
But the souls cry out in my dreams, haunting me.
The fight I thought I won, only hurt the world.
And now my soul.
I travel through the woods of my soul, worrying for my future.
The last of the 5 legendary chamber warriors I carry the culture of a people on my back.
My sword carries the obituaries of the fallen.
I hold it high as warning to the sky, it may be next.
The duality in my mind matches what I see, the world comes to hate itself.
These words hold no weight unless you grant me gravity, wish for peace, believe in the threat of violence, for that is my swords religion, it holds faith.
Eye's closed world--It'll al be over soon
The sky bleeds, you will too.
*This is entry #21 of a self imposed challenge to post something everyday for 30 days straight. It's a poem picture story. Leave some feedback and come back daily to see what he posts for his month long challenge*