The Lonesome Warrior

In the shadows of late
And the moon's pale light
His sword glints
His eyes sharp
His senses alight
He slashes with pride
Pride only men such as he has
The sword becomes a vicious dance

He fights alone
He stands alone
He wins alone
Fighting for the sake of fighting
Winning for the sake of winning

The lonesome warrior wanders
Harbors hate
Harbors sorrow
Harbors love
For one long since lost
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain

Somehow his love finds him
Within a blink he finds a reason
But down he falls
Dragged by flames of the past

But up he rises and reaches to the heavens
From the marshy trench he came
He is the mighty lotus
Rising once more
To share his fragrance with the world.

AN: I swear, the last time I checked my email it didn't say anyone followed or reviewed. I apologize profusely for the lack of updates. I promise it won't happen again. I already have the last two finished.