Thing’s left unsaid, it was him unfolding the world from his shoulders: the burden carried for many years. Bruised with the stains of dirt from all around his face.

He went and came back forth alive, though he waited for death that never came in the battlefield’s.

In his face was the theme of the warrior from war taking no for an answer.

He was tall young light and bright with the reflecting eyes of a Lion at night, seeing thing’s with the perspective of rareness.

All that was about him was peace and love from the first sight, the true lover he was.

His peace surpassed all human understanding. Spreading the echo of life was his goal amongst the heathens.

He was bold and brave enough to carry out wickedness on his path.

Dusk became his wrath to release the pure design of the sun, when the nation’s cried for it’s savior through vanishing points.

He loved life more than the deaths of many innocent soul’s.

A warrior he knew he was in the bowels of doing right decisions in the midst of the darkened lost generation.