By Sword And Heart

In fight there reveals a power ...blood ...sickly
dies...withering away falls off...with sword in hand
Power is a principle...it goes on...weakness is
a sign...OF DECAY

Suddenly I fly above that stream,
Somebody's holding my hand & my heart,
With shame I throw away my sword,
TEARS FLOW FROM MY HEART...

With pain I return ...back to stream...bu I don't know
WHY

Perhaps to tell about the place beyond the stream,
Perhaps to know how to take by the hand & heart as
I was taken,
Perhaps to cleanse and elate the power reigning in the