The Man of Lore

Poem

My life was a dry blizzard of red,
Though I never thought this is how I'd end up dead.
With scarred hands and an icy heart,
I fell completely apart.
My long journey of strife,
Had finally come to the end of life.
Oh how I resent my cowardly ways,
Which left me in a bitter haze.
Yet that matters not,
Way more often that it ought,
For my life is now mere lore,
And I will be remembered forevermore.