Born From Steel

A broken soldier in the quiet night

dying to take back the light

head high in a losing fight 

to hide from those who know


with each swing, a child died

not just his, but the one inside

fight to the death, he the one who tried

his weakness hard to swallow


He walks this path empowered by hatred

Resentment the key to ignore what is sacred

A reminder of emotion, the demons elated

But it's these words, these feelings that carve him hollow


The sword drawn, cold steel his only solace

lost in humility, his enemies lawless

to love... the cruel goddess

till weapons fall and blood dries, his heart my only sorrow

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