Sword of Souls

Speared by the heart.

But held by hand

Crimson by light

Held by the hands

United by the fight

 

But such a blade

Burned with the blood

Carressed by the duty

Ensnared by a flood

 

Held

United

Alone

 

It cries and strikes

With vengeance and pain

 

It bleeds and screams

With misery and shame

 

To force

To call

To beckon

To dismiss

 

TO SCREAM

TO CRY

TO LAUGH

TO BLEED

 

But still united

Still held

And always alone.

 

But the lonely does its part

And the masses would care

 

If the lonely stood out

So that the masses would stare

 

Beneath the gaze

For eternity to see

This is the strength

The power it needs

 

Even the wicked

The vile

The wrong

 

Nothing

Not Courage

Not Power

Not Pain

Not anything can overcome

 

Such a Strengthened blade.

 

Armies fall before it

In such a grand light

 

Masses heed its call

And the supressors fear its scream

 

It can not be silenced

And it never shall

 

In the end

Always the end

The supressor will fall

 

In darkness - it brings light

In despair - it brings hope

In fear - it brings courage

 

With its love

It casts away doubt

 

With its heat

It banishes cold

 

So by this army I stand

With nothing to fight

 

Alone in the middle

For all to take sight

 

Here I will strike

To the hearts of these men

 

To turn this war here

So the good may yet win

 

For me, all is lost

Nothing left  behind

 

But my blade will strengthen

Upon the killing blow

 

I fear not the darkness

I fear not the cold

 

This is the power of words -

Of a voice.

The Sword of my Soul.

Author's Note

This is to all of us who feel, that we - are exactly where we are meant to be.