Clouds black as the ashes torment the horizon,
building storms of winds.
The thunder claps so violent,
only a second of grace between the hearing or heard.
At last you give into the sins of the flesh,
your breath constricts so tightly, blood red tears are shed to the sea.
My soldier of war,
you come for shelter and beg like a savage.
You say you'r not alone,
so I'll make you my own.
Pile on the unwashed clothes by the stove,
they'll burn so splendid,
no one will ever know that your where here.
The leave is welcomed,
I've grown to adapt, and survive.
It happened , the sun shined.
The demons grow meek at the touch of light.
Warrior of God,
please return when needed.
