I hit and abused. I bruised skins.
My claws tore more than just flesh.
I wounded both body and spirit.
I spoke damage and death.
I condemned and sentenced souls…
It felt good to be in the battlefield.
I was lord of all punishment
I controlled the events in splits of time.
I staged the scenes and starred in them
I was great, I was real, I was plain.
I’m glad it didn’t happen without.
My own swords cut my flesh.
And I contained the rage to a tranquil calm.
The red in my eyes to a graceful white,
The noise in my bowels to a silent face…
War, War within…
I’m happy it never came without.