Why fight the battle
when the war is already lost...
Spirits mingling and touching.
Auras glowing and moving...
It is a new day.
Yesterday is gone...
Rapiers drawn with single edges.
En Guarde...
Scribe scribble these lines.
Scribble, scribble, scribble...
I was lost and hopeless
Alone and already dead...
I was lost but now I am found
Was blind but now I see...
God has a plan for everyone,
Yet most of us simply won't believe...
Lord once again i cannot sleep
I come to you for guidance...
Never had the chance
To see your face...
This poem is a rondeau
thank you dear God, for the lived yesterday...
Choose you fate
If you bleed its the price you pay...