I need to find a new reason to live
Control and endurance
these weapons have become over taxed and rusty
and control was really never mine to master
I'll endure anything
not because I want to , but because I have little choice
Endure or die
I was once a proud warrior
honorable wounds abound
But I have been cut to the quick
the marrow now leaches the color from my face
the pallor of the moon shines through my eyes
I have spilled much upon the ground
my blood, my enemies blood
my tears and mine enemies
I have come to realize the identity of my foe
when we meet upon the battlefield I looked into his eyes
His mask then dissolved and Reason stared me in the face
I realized he should have been standing at my side
instead I fought against Reason
Reason no longer considered me his comrade
Now, I have laid some of my weapons aside
Now endurance is my only tool
I need a new reason to live
Conviction and resolution
enlightenment and hope
these things are part of the new reason I need to find
© 2008 Circe Avalon
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