+_Blood Torrent_+

Red banks,
The sound of armor clanks.
Behold a warrior,
walking lonely,
His thoughts lowly,
His pace going slowly,
Eye's like stars,
Dark blue and white.
Crimson tears frame these stars.
Sorrow shown,
All alone.
Dull sword across his back,
Bloodied and torn.
His uniform stained,
Masterfully trained.
Blood laps his boots,
the cool air of the ocean washing over his face.
Only a clear patch through ebony clouds.
He looks up into space.
So true and pure.
His heart not too clear.
He draws his sword, turns.
His eyes wander the dark, cold battle field.
He looks down at his feet.
Streams, so many little crimson streams.
The bloodied banks.
The torrents flowing.
His soul is growing.
His heart... unranked.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Variach, in the year 136 MA.