Of the engulfed, in flaming dark
Warrior, sought to conquer
the mystery of the windmills’ pinwheeling
dressed as giants, who
Without thought to justice
drawing life from all who pass.
stepping into smoke,
Steady consumed by ancient anger
Fighting against, for
Warrior of Virtue,
from where does your Love come?
Narrow focus, eyes of discipline
set on the horizon.
An aura of hope emerald
glowing from your despairing heart.
Dancer of the dark,
determine yourself unto me,
Incline your heart to light
and imagine the flight of the freedom
In the sun.
For a emerald shrouded contains courage
But remains obsolete.