Intricate Beauty


I must become stronger...
I will train at every opportunity
I must improve for my people
I will grow....

I will go to war...
It is a harsh reality that I must face
A growing desire and a growing anguish
I will fight...

And when I fight
I will fight with you
You are my strength
We are one grown from two
Your metallic blade
Which reflects the sun
Has ended the life
Of more than one

I will wipe away the blood...
It stains your blade as well as my hands
The red liquid must be removed
It is a vision of the past...

You must protect me...
In battle you are my amour and my safety
I will not die if you are there in my hands
You are my immunity...

And when I fight
I will not die
Not with you
By my side
In my jaded hands
You will reign
Over my emotions
And over my pain

You are my power...
A sword so strong and symbolic
With an intricate beauty that can not be outshined
You will give me strength...

I will not falter...
I must become an emotionless being
Emotion is a weakness that will not aid me on the battlefield
I am heartless...

And yet I must ask
The sea and the sky
If you are so beautiful
Then why do so many men die?
You are a symbol of death
But I can only see
The blinding radiance
Of your intricate beauty

I am blind...




AN: There is just something about Van that inspires me to write dark poems about war. I don't know why. Sometimes it scares me that I can hold such dark feelings inside of me. However, it's probably best to unleash them through my poetry. Oh, and incase the summary didn't give you a big enough hint (lol) in this poem Van is talking about his sword.