Towards the light the weary traveler walks
The fire burning more wild with every step taken
Does one suffice to the pain or does one continue
Standing back the traveler reflects
Has the bloodshed been for a purpose
Have the tears of the lost been forgotten

He continues with sword sheathed
Tattered armor showing signs of passionate battle
The light growing brighter
He continues wearily along his path

As he ascends the war torn roadway
Emotions grow stronger from happiness to fear
The light was nor a pathway to life
It was soon a doorway into fear
Village in ruins, had he not forgotten
War had torn away what he himself had taken

Tears falling to the ground
The traveler no more than a soldier
Soldier following a passionate cause
Passion for the battle
Passion for his people
And no more a passion for the feelings within
What he had taken had been served on a platter

The platter called REVENGE

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 494 AF.