the one that got away ..

It is all so clear to the warrior now as he watch his beloved run away
With his most prized possessions ... the warrior is torn between blind rage
Seeking revenge , the blood lust that would soon consume him to killed the
One he once loved ... and the feelings of blind love whose forgiveness would over
Power his sense of logic and call on him to sacrifice all for a traitor .. a beautiful traitor ...
But now he sees clearly what he must do .. love is an infection .. a self proclaimed righteous and all powerful
Emotion .. a parasite of which the warrior must excise from his heart ...
It shall be his weakness no longer ...
He must seek out the blue flame of hope .. one that would extinguish the rage within him
Should he succeed he would be granted the greatest prize of all .. serenity ...
But should he fail he would be doomed to remain in this state of purgatory torn between
Opposing emotions ...condemned to a life of inaction ...
This pain is harsh .... may it fade off over time as we become numb and immune to it ..

The situation is dire.....

As we prepare for the inevitable war that lies before us , what troubles me the most ...
More then anything else at the moment is the civil unrest from within...
As our armies prepare for the incoming waves of brutes n madness .. We find ourselves pit against each other ... More time spent on resolving internal affairs .. Less time on preparation for the war ....
Situation is dire ... As we look forward to our remunerations I find myself helpless ..
Worse still even compared to the the past wars that I've fought in ... This is different .. How does one fight ones own self?
The situation is dire ... If this goes on I fear the toll on my best fighters would drive them insane ....
Today there were two executions ... One of them was a friend of mine ...the war is coming ... Would be remain here ?
Vulnerable to their savage attacks? In capable of retaliating due to our unresolved "matters of the heart " ...
The system of governance is failing ... And I am helpless in solving these domestic issues ... I am a fighter not a counsellor ..
Thought there seems to be a higher demand for counsellors now .. The situation is dire ....
As much as it pains me to say this .... We , the orpine defenders of the fort ...
We need help...

As we face the inevitable

The time of honor has passed
The trials that lie before us are no mean feats....
I feel my will stretched and strained .... My fear for the unknown ....my apprehension for the known....
Time passes before me ever so quickly .... I feel my soul distancing itself from my body ...
As I relive the joys of youths through my subordinates as I wonder aimlessly .. Desperately wishing for some sort of guidance
The light I brought into this valley of the shadow of death has faded into the blackness
Evil is every where ..
The angel of darkness will arrive ....
The apocalypse will come , soon ... We hope...
The dread of routine is exhausting ...
My body is decaying. ... Flesh rotting before it is separated from bone...
My one true love is at the end of this dreary road .. For her I shall press on ... For her it all makes sense .. For her I will do ...
Anything.....

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The loneliness fades as the sun rises over the northern borderlands...
I think I've found someone new ... Someone to fill the gap ...
My sincere apologies to the past contenders you just didn't have what it took..
This time is different ... This time it'll last .. Memories of my past flash before bespectacled eyes ...
My guilt questions my every move ... Sin lurks at every corner of every alley threatening to swallow me whole ...
Should love from above be the only thing to save me from me demons down below ....
The referees pistol fires , the pendulum has been set into motion ... The record has been broken ...
But even as such , I still see Lilith , she. Tempts me , and lures me ... I am helpless ...
I am tormented by pleasures of the flesh ..
As it peels away at my soul ... As I sink into the septa of disparity ....
She will always have me ...
And on the day I draw my last Breath, for her I shalll fight on. ....

by the wheel , our fates entwine

A realisation ....
The mirage of love so close it warms the heart ...
All my years cursing this emotion and sickening it to
An abomination of lust and confusion ...
All this shattered the day I saw her ..
Unlike any I had ever seen before , her midnight hair
Flutters in the morning sea breeze ...
She is different ..... unlike the others who force me into battle with lilith herself,
I find myself at peace .. at ease ...
I start to learn to open up to her and pour out my skeletons in the closet
My darkest of past .. yet she remains unafraid ... and helps me through my beaten path
Her hazel tan skin glistening in the mid afternoon heat ... she is beautiful indeed
My hatred towards the world falls ... my defences collapse ... I finf myself longing for more - of her
A sudden enthusiasm to learn more about her life , and for once it seems genuine , even to me
Her voice like evening bells chiming in the cool moon breeze ... the lord and his angels
Agree , she was the one destined for me ...
And as I close my eyes tonight ... my dreams would be filled with thoughts of her and the times we share
till tomorrow's dawn my love ... until the sun breaks over the horizon and we shall be together once more

Love, at war

the myriad of colours has lost its shine ..
all but a murky brown remains...
ever lurking an ever growing ..
the more they fight the stronger it gros..
like an infection it takes control of the warriors mind..
derails him from his task at hand.
his sword in hand feels heavier then ever before.
the darkness looms overhead ..
the infected act not by their own will but by the will of a greater power..
like pawns on a chess piece .. they march blindly ahead ...
the last man stand upon a pile of corpses that once was his brethren ...
brothers in arms ..fell one by one to temptation..
now it is his time to lay down arms and surrender...
for he has found the treasure they all speak of ..
the most renowned , most powerful emotion of them all
he removes his armour and charges towards what he knows to be certain death....
still he must go on ..
his body tells him to stop as does his mind .. but his heart just wont allow that ..
not now...
blessed be his footsteps as he faces his demons .. may he not be distracted from his battles ..
may the knight not fall under the spell of the mooon and may he survive this impending doom..
so the witches say .. so mote it be ....

so mote it be

the darkness expandable .. but I see more then just empty
Darkness in the void .. I see being and spirits of yester years
The jester dead in his rotting gold costume ...
The cards that speak to me and show me to way ...
The divinity surrounds my physical being
The board shall guide me to the truth
Each time I cast I bind my love .. I find myself bound more tightly to her
She of wavy hair and broad smile , the lovers seem to touch on the card itself
The devil bound me by thine chains
But death shalt be fast and swift
The fool over his cliff of doom
And temperance in disarray
The suites make battle
And fate will call
The red strings that pull us all
Deeper and deeper the pentacles guide
As smoke and salt shall smite thy goal
So this spell I giveth to thee to bless thee and make you mine
By the moon the day I cast
Guardians and spirits all amassed
May my spell tale effect on her
Three times as good three times sa bad
So mote it be ....