Picture courtesy of valenbaraca.blogspot.com
He walks in the shadows
of the days and nights
Unseen and unnoticed
by thought or sight
For to all he looks
like everyone else
Most of who have
their souls to sell
Battered and bruised
they may be
Taken hits many a
time, slaves he sees
But he keeps his head
down, avoiding eyes
Wearing his armour
on the inside
Nurturing the warrior
within
Fighting all corruption
and sin
This crusader knight
this ninja, this samurai
This warrior of might
In the shadows, out of sight
Posted in: Poetry
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pingblink
Oct 16, 2013
This is interesting
pingblink
Oct 16, 2013
Reblogged this on Bring It On and commented:
He is the face of justice and a whip. To evil
Darren Greenidge
Oct 20, 2013
Thank you for that. Much appreciated!
pingblink
Dec 18, 2013
Welcome