The Crimson Path (poem)

Staggering forward along the crimson path,Mind empty, with neither avarice nor wrath.Sword in hand, the only one that’s left,Body exposed with armor sundered cleft. Your flesh has long been numbed to the pain,And you press on, through inch by inch gain.You refuse to remember all that was lost;All know that the crimson path demands itsContinue reading “The Crimson Path (poem)”