The Warrior's Way

    The crave of what blood lust runs through these course vains be --



This helpless ordained by burning debris?



Looking deep, this nightmarish soul begot what zealous fiend as this --



The blade so cold, whistling by, as almost to shave one clean --



Only a glimmer as she glides by with such grace, such elegance --



Only when matched by her master does she hold true power.



The feeling -- When you finally stop --



You stop thinking about what little room for error there is,



And life -- In every breath, every move, every heart beat --



No longer becomes an act of war or violation,



But becomes a part of the very essence that is who you are under The Father above.



This is more than just a walk -- a life style if you will --



It is -- The very substance, the honor --



It is simply -- The warrior's way....