I am the voice from a distance
hunted by the choices I made.
A thousand men have I slain
from the swing of my flaming tongue.
I am my mother's graying pains;
her prayers in countless vains.
I am a knight at night
communed at the heart of darkness.
I am the eclipse of pain
raining down on the children of men.
I am all that I am
because I was anointed by the gods of race.
Though I am made strong by the streaming oil on my forehead
I am weakened by the creams of streaming blood from the gutters of my heart.
I am lost in the tears of my brothers' souls,
hunted by the tears on my mother's dying bed,
and cursed by the anger of my mocked ancestors.
I am poor from the wealth of betrayal,
bemused by the groans of deception,
and axed from the ties of family.
I am fighting a war inside,
A WAR OF INSIGHT!
Writing with the last droplet of blood
only to restore my aided gray into maidenhood.
@zord189