A merciless fighter,
Yes that is he,
And stands amount the corpses,
Of those he killed,
There he stands,
And there he weeps.
He weeps for those,
Who chose to fight,
There they lie,
And there they stay.
They chose to fight,
A peaceful man,
He hates anger,
He hates strife.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
