A warrior’s tale,
a true unwinding
in a soldier’s travesty
The moon stalks
his every move,
setting a dim wisdom
under a cover of doom
Pulling forward
through flails from the master,
comes the stealth through
which he must break
Every night and day
seems a routine
upon its very brink
An awaiting light
whispers close to him,
amending its broken spirit,
silencing the beckoning
to end his futile discord
Peace abundant
is a broken oasis,
seeking the praise
to trial his broken sanity
The dread of his inquisition
observes the total deception
of his intervention,
seeking to voice their injustices
over a finite liberation
The hot desert heat
dismays the reckoning to come,
to only delay the inevitable
My dear friend,
please come home,
for your family is here to greet
and embrace its broken warrior
under a sheer harmony of song
to wither away what was promised