there is a place
where he failed in quest
a place where his eyes
were devoid of hunger
though many have seen his sufferings
the moon is the color of blood
there is a place
where the ****** go
to be judged
very few make the journey
to struggle and return
angels choke on his devastation
there is a place
where the injured
go to suffer
body licked by flames
the soul was polluted
the apocalypse is nigh
there is a place
where renewed strength
simply wilts on touch
he bleeds for everything changed
inspiration may die
in a world devoid of dreaming
there is a place
where only time will tell
if hell is reserved for the weak
she sways unspoken solitude
from the thorns, he blooms
autumn, and a voice found
there is a place
where the broken live another day
time and space coalesce from dust
and in form and body there is hope
a broken viking's tortured soul
wars are not won by strength and courage
there is a place
reserved for the redeemed
thine sword grows heavy
and thine eyes will not drift
for every battle there is loss
scarred hands tell the story
there is a place
where he belongs
and that place
is in her arms
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
there is a place
where he failed in quest
a place where his eyes
were devoid of hunger
though many have seen his sufferings
the moon is the color of blood
there is a place
where the ****** go
to be judged
very few make the journey
to struggle and return
angels choke on his devastation
there is a place
where the injured
go to suffer
body licked by flames
the soul was polluted
the apocalypse is nigh
there is a place
where renewed strength
simply wilts on touch
he bleeds for everything changed
inspiration may die
in a world devoid of dreaming
there is a place
where only time will tell
if hell is reserved for the weak
she sways unspoken solitude
from the thorns, he blooms
autumn, and a voice found
there is a place
where the broken live another day
time and space coalesce from dust
and in form and body there is hope
a broken viking's tortured soul
wars are not won by strength and courage
there is a place
reserved for the redeemed
thine sword grows heavy
and thine eyes will not drift
for every battle there is loss
scarred hands tell the story
there is a place
where he belongs
and that place
is in her arms
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