FY ENIAD Hyd Y Mynydd!
My soul Unto The Mountain.
Form flows.
Moving like water,
Shifting, morphing, wave becomes ripple becomes crashing thunder.
Emotion,
Distant, watching, recording, becoming memory.
Memory, becomes talons,and teeth, claws that rip, shred,
Pain,
That will come. Haunt dreams, taunt joy.
Now,
there is only,
The form, a moment is eternity,
Movement, purpose.
Action, reflexive, aggressive,
Thoughtless, breathing.
The sword,
Is no extension.
The sword is, he is, they are, one, the same.
Question, answer, purpose,
Life,
Life in death.
Light flashes,
Dancing along the polished blade.
Silver fire glimmers along the edge.
Bright the fountain,
Battles dew,
Red, thick,
Sacred.
Deaths whisper,
The sound, of parting flesh.
A gurgled sigh, the song of passing.
A Life
Falling to the thirsty earth.
Ravens croak.
The scald crow caws.
Night winged Valkyrie,
Their feast is set,
A sacrifice.
A death,
For life.
The warrior lives.
The wound, bleeds freely.
Another heart scar,
Another depth,
To the darkness added.
Another weight upon his soul.
The price is paid, willingly.