Bound
Author's note: Wrote this while studying for my Chinese GCSEs. Slightly more thought-provoking, less painful. Using a rhyming concept of an old song I wrote, I produced this piece, for Obi-Wan, with a repeated but altered chorus for the last bit. I hope that the flow of the song's smooth enough for readers to get the picture. Comments appreciated. Thanks.
From afar I have come,
and trudged
through storms
with a mission in hand
and my fatherless son.
I have fought this
encroaching darkness
and battled its nature;
as I guard this
narrow door,
in a world so ruthless.
Bound by this burden,
I have weathered the rain;
bound by authority
with chains so strained.
Bound by oath
to all that's left;
bound to duty,
bound until death.
Standing still to the
hordes of this crusade,
my order has
been desecrated
and all beauty laid to waste.
A prophecy fulfilled:
what's ordered will surely come,
and, friendless,
I hide upon these
rocks that touch the crimson sun.
Bound by responsibility
to the broken and undead;
bound by my sword:
my emblem of faith.
Where the sands erode
all these memories,
bound I am by this burden:
bound by peace.
Bound by the promise
I once saw in his face;
bound by this senator
whose words echo each dying day.
Though hell may wage, and
blood blind the universe,
bound I am by compassion,
bound by love.
Written by shelter - thanks to the those who have reviewed, I'll be doing my best to write more.