The Fallen

I crossed the ocean of peril and despair
Sailed through tears of melancholic fare
Drew sword with the creature of an icy glare
My flesh wounded, battered – this I bear

I stumbled, I crouched, I kneel, I get up
My sight gets blurred with the mist... I stop
Struggled to walk without the shield I dropped
I battled the waves, triumphant am I not?

The rain falls heavy blessing my jaded face
The smell of stale air gone in a haste
I stand alone naked with the grace
From a weary angel disguised as it strays

Clear is the sky as the day passes on
Indulging me like the spirit of a newborn
I leave behind the shell that was once torn
And start a new journey from here and beyond

February, 2004