Blind Warrior
Disclaimer: I deny any ownership of any adult or adolescent transformed shadow warrior chelonians.
I sit lost deep in thought,
My brother's words whispered soft
reach my ears, telling me they lose hope
because I am not what I once was.
All hope is lost and all is dark.
My Master comes and bids me come
to the farm come the morn.
Once there I follow his steps,
through the woods, watching the shadows play with the light.
Step by step going further, all is black and white.
I sense that there is something wrong,
perhaps not quite right,
yet still I fall to my Master's trick.
Now lost, alone deep in the woods
I must find my own way home.
A task not as easy as it was before,
when I could see not so long ago.
Guided by memory, walking stick focus.
I know in my heart, I can not leave,
Without there being a reason for me to be.
I find none within my heart,
for my eyes are not the only thing in the dark.
It weighs heavy on my mind, and I give in
willing to leave all else behind.
A strange being, a wooded sprite,
taunts me with riddles and the like
"asking me to bow down before"
I yield to him.
The Sprite delights in my submission
claims that I belong to it, and not to the world of man.
Yet here I break,
refusing to accept the words
For I am no mere beast.
I think, I reason, I exist.
So it is I fight the sprite.
The woods shift and change
turning to a more familiar sight.
The roofs of home, the Sprite my enemy
Mocking and taunting me.
Telling me the poison in my eyes
Has traveled down to my heart
It was I that allowed it to be
that is why I can not see.
I slash out and wake from a dream
wondering what had happened,
How could it be?
A tree stump now has been sliced clean.
My Master calls and says
"A battle great has been fought here,
But is your foe near?"
I know I fought,
the battle raged
But what I fought is unclear
at this stage.
All I want is to go home,
there'll be time enough
to think of what has gone before.
TBC