Reminisce
I wrote that some time ago, and felt like sharing.
I run growling, hobbling through the barren land devoid of consolation
and my dead eyes spew smoke into the faces of my enemies and allies.
Bleeding, lame and blind, but unbowed, unbroken I roamed forests of bone,
halls of gossamer and deserts of iron dust, screaming hatred into the world.
Suddenly, a velvety shine of emerald eyes fell on me,
and the stroke of golden wings dispels smoke and blood
from my heart and my mind.
Gentle hands settle on my shoulder and forehead,
taking my sword and ax out of my hands,
solace and tenderness lift me up
and carry me home.