Quiet whispers Sending slow shivers While under covers Slow visions of the past Present, and future The whirlwind of faces Old places of battle Like a calm serene field Green and beautifull But the scarred warrior Can only see the mud And blood seeping Deep into the earth From birth tormented All his pain he Could have prevented Yet.. perhaps it was A choice made for Wise reasons Lessons ingrained deep Into my unconquered mind All the tales and multicolored lives I find Bound to succeed at every cost The raw spirit applied wisdom And calm thought to itself All has been won long ago The illusion of time Was what required the path To play out