The remnants of a sword, charred and now quite...
Encrusted in the foul blood of heinous deeds...

The salty sea wind refreshes my yearning
I’m off to a world unknown...

Do you, dear poet, recall to mind
Where such passion began its endeavor...

One stormy night when the wind was high
I opened my window to study the darkening sky...

Sinking deeper into your tarnished soul
The world around you fades into obscurity...

The East
Beckons this soul...

An exhausted soldier leans on his sword
On the bloody field of battle...

~Before you read this poem, I just want to tell...
Healing words to embrace the cold...

Trodden path, thou layeth ahead
An easy path for weary feet...

The gentle wind stirs memories of old
Taunting significant words left untold...