Seek the weak ones wrath rages high momentary lapse of consiousness race of ages wars of strength will that can not break he feels an ache inside saber planted through the heart severs bonds of trust harder he must thrust white light descends from the heavens bathes her with blessed strength foul is his scent upon her path blood red trail to the end tribulations of the Goddess descend upon his spirit he falls on wounded knee His cries of hatred filter through the air and fall upon deafen ear he seeks through smoke and fire blinded by the heat weak one come and see do my deed for me.. and the fallen flower seeking temporary relief lauds the steel eyes heeds his ode to she petal fallen, weak at stem wilted blossom abstract being from within swirling cyclone uproots her life forget she of her bed soiless ground, she withers rainless lifetime, she descends breathless child, gasping for air as he steps upon the dry, dead flower... ~MoonRaven 2001~ Please continue...