Cain
In the brink of
war and battle
Shadows
conquered
Blood
owned in the name of victor
Souls driven into madness
Corruption within the veins of Creation
Yet loved and
protected
the sword of Cain
lies in the heart
of the beholder
promising
eternal protection
of his murderous soul
Blood streamed
within the
river
and blaze
across the
path of its
journey
Nothing
has satisfy
its thirst
Neither
its soul
or heart
For it no longer
sings the same song as
the beholder
………….
…….
.
Continue to be amazed by your creativity…another fine poem.