I wrote this Novemeber 14, 2012 around 2:53pm, enjoy.
Blood is a mere substance,
A puddle of nothing in the aftermath of my victory.
I use bones as walking sticks and drink hot water from the empty bowls of the deceased.
I roam the planet with the spirit of victory.
My agility is from the ancients before me.
I have no parents, I have no friends, I have no love interest.
Those things do not exist in my world.
All that exists is my purpose.
This is not a love story.
This is a story of strength,
this a story of mercy,
this is a story of a warrior.
this a story of mercy,
this is a story of a warrior.
I answer only to them.
They who trained me in battle
They who guide my hands, as I rip through flesh and concrete.
They who guide my heart, from the sorrow of death and the pain of feelings.
I roam the planet with one mission.
I am here to win the invisible war.
The darkness is my cloth.
The stars are my counsel.
I will infiltrate.
I will be victorious.
I will return home.
My title will be restored.
A warrior of royal creation.
