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