Ranger of Death
By SirEnders
I am a Ranger of Him
My breath and Light, dim.
I tread upon stars of black
With arrows and blades in my back.
For I do what I must
Strolling in the Dust.
Alone and isolated I remain
For what I do is not in vain.
These lands are barren, for
Once happy now closed door.
The Wolves still come when I call
When I am weak, they catch my fall.
Death rewards in five to one
Until We meet, His Will be done.
Strive to exceed his expectations
Push through my hellish condemnations.
To retrieve The Lost Souls for Him
Is the Rangers duty, to search not skim.
All of My days have led me to hate
No longer am I to sit and debate.
Alone and wandering once again
Yet.. Stil find me wondering how you've been.
All this time I have tried to just be me
Everyone, even He can gaze and see.
I'm trying, trting to just get by
Its hard, even to just say goodbye.
Comments on "Ranger of Death "
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A former member wrote:
Death is and will always be the strongest magical and mystical power, above everything... In a way we all served it and we are all bounded to it. Nice read, thank you
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On Thursday, September 28, 2017, worm
(1149) wrote:
this had me thinking of The Gunslinger, in Stephen King's "The Dark Tower" series... Nice! ~worm~