The warrior
spirit endures
Countless
morns that turn to night
Obliterated
by the shadows, and then
The darkness
engulfed, by shining light.
Through the
dust bowels of time
The ages,
that come and go
Things that
change each passing day
Still things
that remain just so.
Silence that
precedes each jubilant birth
Silence that
follows the spirit reborn
Silence of
death, more real than life
Yet life,
overcoming silence in a storm.
I’ve seen
life, its myriad hues
The
gathering clouds, cataclysms born
The peace
that breaches the crimson skies
As dusk
dies, and dawns are sworn.
The warrior,
it conquers kingdoms umpteen
Each battle,
a new face for kings are worn
Each site, a
new home for spirits that roam
Same songs,
the voices differently torn.
I live on,
undying, each deviant day
A cloak I
change at every turn
Its varied
shapes you recall me by
On epochs,
my imprints in ashes I burn.
Memories of
many moons
Dragging
down at the earth
Till
drained, it stood still
On its
spinning axis. Rebirth.
MS
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