Slide the edge of the blade
Along the life line running
Across the plain of my palm
To reveal the blood that
Allows me to resurrect myself
And transgress this pain again

Midnight winds dancing
Under the stars of heaven
While I lay still
Cradled by a pool of crimson
Retreating from my body
Like the rebel armies
Sailing far from my shores

Each time I take my life
On this ancient battleground
I lose a little of the power
That drags me to this time

My sword rides sheathed
Within the cavity that was
My aching scalded heart

My army rides along those shores
So foreign and so far
From my loyalty and their lies

06/30/2006

Author's Note: Written about a legend I ran across in my english class. Thought it deserved to get out and see the light.

Posted on 06/30/2006
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