Mushroom Soldier

I am fire, moreover
and made of steel
I am delicate patchwork traceries
wrought with hollow hands
I am the Irish Odysseus
A leader of men
I walk tall and rock steady
Putting on a faithless shine
at all times
I am the berserker samurai
Burning with mad death
and bringing the rain and thunder
I am cool grey barbs
Hatching on the horizon
They called me a prodigal son
A firestarter
They called me beast
The desolate one
I wrote about widows
and angelic warriors
But I'm just a deep walker
with backward feet
and blackened hands
They call me an acid trip
but I'm just a M
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Blastin' till he dies
and the oceans fill with sand