You place your blade
in flames,
letting them like your weapon
send white heat across the core.
Pressing it to your skin,
the steel burns a scar to your arm
as a symbol of victory
in the time of war.

The flaming, glorious mirth in your iris'
as you place your dirk to the throat of the adversary
as you contemplate whether you should send him to death,
or await submission.
In your sporran,
bullets destined to be loaded and shot from a musket
lie, a dead weight,
reluctantly used.
You let the adversary flee,
with warning,
for a proud warrior you may be,
but willing to accept a change of heart.

The chagrin overrides
my attempt to no longer hurt;
the burning sensation in my chest
soars through my body
and has salty, burning tears
stream down my face
like waterfalls.

Fear will consume any who remain vulnerable,
Eternal ****** in the presence of death,
An inevitable fate to all who call themselves human,
Reminds us to cherish the little and lots that we have,
Lest we choose greed over graciousness,
Endless envy over gratitude,
Senseless with sadness until one sees the light,
Something we could all discover.

My mind, and all the knowledge and wisdom it holds.
My body, and all the scars of strength strewn across my skin.
My soul, and all the acceptance and love it holds.

I am at peace,
I am aligned
with all three crucial virtues;
you dare not show me your battle cry,
for I am a triple threat.

An evolution of technology
has created a source of history,
information, questions
at your fingertips.

When technology and machines
begin to perish
will we thrive,
or suffer technical difficulties?

if you dare speak ill
of my body and soul,
your opinion will forever remain
incorrect,
in my opinion.