Written by  odinson

A warrior’s fate,
is to be alone.
Living on hate,
a heart made of stone.

I see it in the land,
and smell it in the air.
Insanity made by my own hand,
to such an end, I gravely fear.

All I’ve ever known,
is battle and war.
Emotionless son, I’ve grown.
destiny my life’s whore.

My brother fights next to me,
I see the gleam in his eyes.
He seems to be so free,
one by one his fears die.

And I try to understand,
the purpose of this fight.
Endless, hourglass without sand,
no sanctuary within my sight.

And I see a familiar path,
one i know all to well.
It leads to a place with no heart,
where the soulless dwell.

Now a fool who lost his way,
blind, with no stars to guide me.
The sky filled with clouded gray,
to the gods I plee!

Why do I live?
Why do I cry?
What do I give?
Tell me why?

I am lost!