I'm skinned to the bones by the laughter I dream of
Exposed to the elements of life
I shiver , pleading for the world to hear me
Yet all the reply I get is silence
Rock solid silence

I am the burning bush set afire by nature
I spread my red wings in anger
Alighting both the future and the past
I have no time to wet these course soil with my tears
I am that flaming sword of vengeance

For the battles we leave behind
For the laughter we dream of
For the decaying pieces of love buried
Deep under our golden shoes
For everything we wish to say but never got to say
A warrior arrives

I am the warrior sighted beyond sinking into the mighty dunes of obscurity
Time to call upon the gods.

© arinze