Bio of a Tyrant | Celtic Poem by Shane Clark
Bio of a Tyrant
No terror pales a true heroes cheek, nor will it cloud his dauntless eye. I feel insidious flame welling up inside me, my body is tortured in this exile. I long to lash out - to bring pain to those who bind me. I am unwawed at these walls; they too are made of the same dust of that which is my flesh.
My mind; my heart baths itself in the golden waves of love. I have sacrificed myself unto it, it overwhelms me with valor and pride. So many thorns to every rose - it is the makers mark. The truth which pierces a heart with sadness making it cry out in pain.
Proud distain fills my nostrils - faithful, unselfish, and patient. My heart beats steady within my chest, as a hammer would beat upon an anvil. I am a Tyrant - a thousand dreams your eyes invoke in my fearless heart.
02-12-01
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