This oath I took, I did not choose
It came by me so naturally
To pledge my sword. To fight for you.
In wars of love gone heavy
You say: Please don’t. How could I not?
Now that I found my compass
I’ll follow it, my purpose forth
To heal, protect, show justice
My soul can’t bear to see a heart
In pain, cut off from comfort
My blade will sing, to kill the dark
My voice sings love abundant
I’m bound by oath, but yet I’m free
Cause this is simply being
Who I am supposed to be
Dark doubts of old are leaving
So don’t dare think you stand alone
My sword will always serve thee
Whomever it can shield, help grow
It will, in its true calling
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
If You Write A Book, Don’t Tell Anyone
There are days when I’m grateful Amazon doesn’t tell me specifically who has bought my book and who hasn’t. If they did, I would be heartbroken when I read the list and noticed all the important names in my life were not on my list of customers.
By Ellen Frances7 days ago in Writers
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