A soldier standeth amidst nothing
holding onto nothing
staring at nothing.
armeth with zilch
but eyes that sting
flapped his wing
and beckoned the king.
pouncing on him
cameth the king
thousands he bring
and death they sing.
The sands of time
maketh a ring
foes with a sting
he burns with a zing.
this is what is the bind
of a person who is lined
with the enemies in his mind.
he fights everyday
and maketh his way
through life what he was for
not a battle..but a war….!!
