My Soul
By Stephni Warner
April   2000

I stand in the darkness,
and watch.,

This heir of yours.

                                
This
weak willed child.

I,
who have always;
stood by your side.
Taken up your banner.
Fought your battles.
Shed blood for you.

Banished.

For the telling
of a truth.

You,
who  would rather
listen to the lies,
of the weakling heir.

'Or the truths,
of your chosen champion.

Now watch.
That which you
so proudly held.
Torn apart


Your son.

Allied.

With your foes.


I listen,
to your ghostly cries.

And know,
you writhe
in the agonies,
of your sons actions.

You come to me in the night,
pleading.

That I again,
take up your banner.

Return that
which was lost.

My soul,
says yes.
My head,
asks why.


                              
You
who promises,
Gifts:

Of power

Of glory

Of money and gold.

Things for which,
I care little.

You speak;

Of honor.

Of glory.

Of God.
And country

You.
Who taught me,
there are
no such things.

My soul,
screams yes.
My head,
cries why.




You come to me
again.

This time
with no words spoken.

Of power

Of  glory.

Of  riches.

Nor God.
Or country.

This time,
you but carry,
the body
of a child.

Showing well,
that which
has been done.

My soul,
cries why.
My mind,
says yes.



I take
these gifts you give.

Power.

To take
the life
of the sinner.


Money.

To rebuild,
my weapons
of war


I put on
my warrior's mantle.

And prepare.

**********************************

I have come
to my ancestral home.

That which
I had sworn to protect,
now gaunt and afraid.

Their new protector,
(who was once called friend,)
now allied with the dark.

My soul ,
cries in agony.
My mind,
calls for vengeance.

***********************************

Onward I ride,
towards my
far off goal.

Behind me,
my one time friend
now nailed
to my Keep's door.

My legions grow
with each passing village.
Their land now rust
their houses
pillaged.

Mothers
Fathers
Husbands
Wives
Orphans all
to the child's lies.

Now I stand again,
at my master's door,
I hear you beckoning
through the castle walls.
Your ghost
comes to me,
as I walk amongst the camp.

Giving solace
to the living,
and prayers
for the dead.

My soul,
is heavy.
My mind,
knows what lies ahead.

***********************************

In morning,
comes the battle,
which scatters the ground with red.
At days end,
I stand triumphant,
'or a field of the dead.

Come nightfall,
the sky is afire,
with the bonfires.
Survivors seeking healing
with the burning of the dead.

My soul,
wishes release.
My mind,
wishes rest.

***********************************

All Hail the new King.
He who fights for the dead.
All Hail the bringer of justice,
whose soul can never rest.

You,
my king
may rest.
Your body found
and buried.
While I
must walk the battlements
and forever fight
the evil
that your son
about did bring.


Fini.






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Stephni
http://www.geocities.com/danu40k/MerryBand.html
The Cowardly Realist / Proud Castle UFer & NightHavenite
Founding Member of the Merry Band Of Foul Up's