Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Wednesday, Oct. 08, 2003 - 2:45 a.m.

Time to try out a little fantasy-based writing. If this isn't your forte, TOO BAD! I used to write this stuff like a muse from heaven was delivering it into my arms.

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I stare off into the horizon

Surrounded by such beauty, I am silent

This moment in time takes something from within me

Eradicates any urge towards violence

Despite my past, and future unknown

I am no soldier, just a man all alone

The blade hangs limp about my waist

My hands loose, my mind as clear as the sky

I have slain countless other men, and never once questioned why

Except in this moment that means nothing at all

I'm no six foot juggernaut, I am piteously small

The sun warms my flesh, breaks my heart free of the cold

As it shatters the clouds which had once swallowed it whole

Then there was a shock, a tiny split second of danger

And I see that I too, have just been slain by a complete stranger

The arrow may pierce my flesh, pour forth my blood

But in this second my true meaning in life is understood

We are but men, though banners may fly

In the end there are no warriors, all men are destined to die

And I am no different

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