They clash head on,
Swords ruling the battle,
War cries ringing loud.
The quickening of blood
Slowly painting crimson
The blades wielded by men.
I see the fire in your eyes,
Passion of your bravery
And courage of heart.
I see a gentleness of love
In your power and strength,
You fight as no other ever.
For the battle is not always
Clearly chosen for self,
But for whom is precious.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
They clash head on,
Swords ruling the battle,
War cries ringing loud.
The quickening of blood
Slowly painting crimson
The blades wielded by men.
I see the fire in your eyes,
Passion of your bravery
And courage of heart.
I see a gentleness of love
In your power and strength,
You fight as no other ever.
For the battle is not always
Clearly chosen for self,
But for whom is precious.
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