Warstruck

Warborn
Warthorn
Warstruck
A sword thrust
A bullet wound
A missing limb
For a worn nation
To the unknown king
I spill my blood
Enough to forget whose blood makes the river

Forever a sin
Forever at brink
Of destruction
My love for you
Is never at your hands' reach
Yet always at a weapon's reach

Reviews

[The Exiled Wolf]

Whoa! Another war-themed masterpiece! Simple words, but put together in a powerful way. The last three lines are my favorite:

My love for you
Is never at your hands' reach
Yet always at a weapon's reach

My interpretation is the lost love has to be won back and guarded by the weapon - not sure if it is what you mean.
Thank you for your self-ad that led me to this beautiful piece!

[Tony Jordan]

Another eyebrow raiser Winter.
It's easier to cut down the source of the frustration - and the love - before it grows and makes a rose out of one's rapier.

[winter;lyra]

this one is very similar to ...hang on a second

[winter;lyra]

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Meethaphore/1729130/ aight had to go dig this out, if one day i become i singer or something, this will be one of my first songs

[Tony Jordan]

I hope to hear you sing them or something then.
It's been a great craic speaking to you. See, you can do this anti-hermit thing.
Hope to see you again.
But in my part of the world it is a bed-time.

much love my former-hermit friend.
:)

[winter;lyra]

Ah! My hermit agenda is merely at truce with my social agenda~

Goodnight onion-friend!