An Ode

The Blind and weary Walker... His sword a burden to carry. The Tremble of his hand...         A wisper's wind. Cursed to follow.         Kind to tame. Ever Darkness.         Lit beacon, faultering dim. Willow spirits instill. Sadness    shame.         River soul.                   Moving Conscience. Strike down the love, Cast life        away. The sword a burden,                   The hands a witness. Blood that stains,                     The eyes, skin. Soul. Anger, a two edged blade.             Strike down the love,       Dignity shrinks to shame.                                   To shame. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 07:27 AM PST   10 • 0