One Man's Burden - Whispered

Stained he feels, as the day turns to night

The man once strong, feared and bold, now just tired, weak and old

Past is haunting his trail to the end

The walls laugh at his grief, the wraiths of past haunt him so deep

He writes the words of regret

For every victim of his blade, for every selfish act of hate

Hours of terror, the screams of the innocent

Murders unordered, will follow him to the grave

Last days of this man unforgiven

His heart starts to understand

Honoring the dead is to live again

But the one mans burden remains

Heavens wear black, his mind won’t rest

The water he drinks runs rotten, the eyes of the other impale him

Left alone in the end!

Darkness surrounds him

To end his life as a warrior, he reaches the sword he used to hold

Last days of this man unforgiven

His heart start to understand

To honour the dead is to die aswell

Will the one man’s burden still remain

In death?

Confused soul, The moment for final blow

The steal grows cold in the old mans hands, his thoughts are a raving storm