Portrait of a Soldier
The
image of a soldier -- the image of perfection:
Not
human,
Yet
not machine.
Ordained
with purpura poppy locks
That
fly
Through
that gentle wind.
Graced
with crimson eyes of a hawk,
Deep
with meaning,
That
penetrate the soul of anyone who crosses their path.
Lips
of rose,
That
can produce the most docile curve,
And
then the most bitter stare.
The
goddess Athena,
Maintaining
all feminine characteristic
With
the strength of one thousand men.
But
still she is blurred,
Not
human,
Yet
not machine.
From
goddess,
She
morphs,
Into
the Angel of Death.
Body
synched with soul,
A
fearsome warrior
Leaving
the forever-sleeping in her wake.
Once
in a blue moon
Do
they see the full extent of her power
When
both body and soul sync.
Berzerker,
Loss
of all control,
But
what makes this soldier perfect
Is
the Ghost of a soul.
Been meaning to post this for a while. It's been sitting on my harddrive since April. I wrote this for an English poetry unit with the image of Motoko in mind. Comments are always loved!