" Wings of a Warrior"
I fly through the battlefield, littered with the corpse of my kin,
though I feel the pain, I rejoice and know I'm alive,
with a weapon held in my hand, I stretch my mind out to find any surviors,
I know, that they are all gone.
So far away...
Far away from this life, a life of cold gestures, the broken and the weak are always prey,
we stalk to catch them and feed our lust, when we know it is the rules,
to hunt or be hunted.
I know that I can survive, through my strength and my faith,
I already know that I am damned.
Isn't a wonder to feel death, always by your side, with
Wings of a Warrior, flying high,
searching for her kin from the skies,
she stretches her mind, to find the innocence,
and frown on the life wasted and left behind.
Through dead it may seem as though this envy is wasted.
But would death be so much better, when I can't fell any pain.
The scars may fade, and so may the pain, but still I know, that there is always murder,
murder in the soul, in the faith, in the innocence, of those live gone.
Have you ever thought that it gets better as the lives we live get harder.
I can survive, I see the dawn, of many damned, and broken,
flosting still upon a river that leads to eternity, where I keep these memories close,
heartbreaks, love and hates, and everything in between.
As another girl screams out no more.
another resounds upon her tender skin, her innocence gone,
forced to be a lady too young, she looking out for the one thing she know is true.
Wings of a Warrior let's you fly high, away from the pain and the tears,
and the death and tainted loves of the place we call home,
where the monster comes and tortues us.
Where the darkness laughs and mock us with those gentle laughs.