Reflection.

The wind my Armour, the sky my shade.
The sea my rock ,the soil my blade.
The fear my fuel,the sound my food.
The rhythm, my step, steel my blood.
My breath the lions roar.
My eyes, the past's reflection.
My key to deaths black door.
My soul awaiting Gods correction.
My oath, my swear.
My smile through despair.
My fist a handful of hate.
My heart beckoning its fate.
The vibration of the call.
To stand up high or fall.
The shadows whisper pity as the mirror says it all.