An Acrostic poem of my handle
|Warrior stands atop a misty knoll,
Onward, seeking, longing to be whole.
Rebellious one, a proud but weary soul,
Defiant, ever striving toward his goal.
Wayward son, his own father he never knew,
Almighty God, the only One he answers to.
Ready to die, if that's what fate brings him to,
Ready to stand and do what it is he must do.
Into a brave man, from a frightened child, he grew.
Only the strong survive, he's among a chosen few.
Reliving each battle as his day begins anew.
~*~ April ~*~