Steady was the motion
rpm ten fifty five in emotions
let that arrow finish me
on that day in twenty sixty three
They will fly to calm me
some of the brave will try to disarm me
but they know I am from the warrior clan
when the word is said.... all hits the fan
The silent and dead will walk the streets
not one word will be uttered
as in their ruffs of silver
with every fold a pleat to many defeats
Let the swords of honor never die
let light fill my eyes
we and ready and steady and waiting to go
from the darkest days of sweet wind rain sleet and snow
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Steady was the motion
rpm ten fifty five in emotions
let that arrow finish me
on that day in twenty sixty three
They will fly to calm me
some of the brave will try to disarm me
but they know I am from the warrior clan
when the word is said.... all hits the fan
The silent and dead will walk the streets
not one word will be uttered
as in their ruffs of silver
with every fold a pleat to many defeats
Let the swords of honor never die
let light fill my eyes
we and ready and steady and waiting to go
from the darkest days of sweet wind rain sleet and snow
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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