Dark Warrior

No matter where you were at Star of Good Hope you could always see the Moon's shining glory. The once powerful warrior had no longer loved her shine. His heart darkened by the Devil's deeds. His soul stolen by the Temptest's greed. His mind was the only thing he had left. But very soon he would loose that to the Liquor's lust. He envied the Moon for all his worth. Her shine made him mad with hate. Though his hate was wrongly placed. Now it is to late. He laid his sword down in his heart for all the darkness had hit it's mark.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

beautiful poem, i would like to see it layed out line by line instead of condensed into a paragraph, but, very good!

[Sylo's Rose]

i though it was more a story poem then a line poem..