Purity and Purpose
Gone is the sun; the moon runs red
Gone is the earth
He steps to the gates,
Spent…he weeps.
Heaven takes only the righteous,
Victorious, honor bound.
The sword falls,
Tears to blood.
Why dims the light?
Why was your strength brought to bear?
Is your heart pure?
He cry’s out, triumphant,
It was for her.
She is existence.
A smile,
Alas, a warrior doth sleep.