| Seven Days Away �Mark William Landry 08-05-02 Lavender rays reflect off his daggers Eyes are deep hazel, reliving nightmares. His helmet on, tight on his right ear, Prepared for battles that only he sees. He sights the ending, seven days away. Years later still stands in the war for life. Daggers reflect onto the moonrise. Twilight winds decay, crickets dance, reborn. "The final battle has started," he says, "Soon I'll be happy, the wind will be saved. Look at my zenith above me now When it reaches the horizon, I'm home." His guides are his daggers, his nightmares too. Lavender winds, moon will hide her twilight. Off on his way to reach the horizon. Victory belongs to him or his past. "In seven days I shall return again. I'll be back as the man I used to be." His helmet coated in light lavender Will never be seen off of the man's head. |