Born From Steel
A broken soldier in the quiet night
dying to take back the light
head high in a losing fight
to hide from those who know
with each swing, a child died
not just his, but the one inside
fight to the death, he the one who tried
his weakness hard to swallow
He walks this path empowered by hatred
Resentment the key to ignore what is sacred
A reminder of emotion, the demons elated
But it's these words, these feelings that carve him hollow
The sword drawn, cold steel his only solace
lost in humility, his enemies lawless
to love... the cruel goddess
till weapons fall and blood dries, his heart my only sorrow
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