Friday, April 27, 2012


My head is bare
I look up at the sun
My eyes squint hard
Against the glare
Holding my helmet
In my arms
Alone I am
In the wasteland
Of humanity
Without my sword
Without my armor
Nude to those
Who would chastise me
For being weak
For being soft
For crying aloud
But I am not afraid
Nor am I ashamed
Though my flaws are many
I am wounded
And I bleed
I am not worried
The journey is long
The way is narrow
My heart is ready
To be broken
But I have a purpose
A quest to be fulfilled
I am ready
To die
For my King