Tribute.

Servant of guardians and mankind alike.

To live for the kill and horrors of war

Never to think of yourself, your life

Never to think of what's worth fighting for.

A handsome statue, built of the purest ice

Lips as pale as the frost bitten bud of a rose

Hesitant but curious, ready they wait, but stay.

Can you even recall when you froze?

Eyes as grey as the storm clouds that bare your name

Hair that falls gently across your pale cheek as you sleep

And such rich shades that dance across your scarred brow

And such strength behind your eyes that never weep.

Your silence speaks volumes

And your whisper simply shouts

With a heart that has been broken, a tired and scarred mind

And a beauty never marred by death or it's kind

You know the meaning of loneliness, so far from love

And yet so many wish to know you, and more do adore

Your silent nature, interminable strength

You long for your sister, and the mother that, you, bore

Beyond the reach of our ears, their names you shall cry

You show your human nature in darkened dreams.

You may be an iceberg, a pillar and strength for us all

But human and fallible, as much as we, it seems.

Commanding respect in your battle stance,

With your chosen partner, ready to strike

A lion in ferocity and a lone wolf in trust

You can only rely on revolver and it's like.

But trust you will learn, in childhood friends

And perhaps to love again, but not just yet

Still refusing to trust memories or heart

No help is needed. Your heart is set.

We barely understand you, this wolf in black leather

This handsome man-child built of ice and snow

This lion at heart and lion in your rage.

There's so much more we long to know.

We dream of you, our distant lover

Although you do not wish it so.

Our scarred wolf, our lion in leather

As is and will always be, simply our hero.

A poem I wrote for the shrine I'm building. Please review.

Nikki J. Wilcox

"Darksquall"

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