Spirits In my dreams, A Poem By The Dark poet Byron

I faced this world alone again
with bleeding heart and sword again
with tear filled eyes i face this life
a fallen man of sacrifice

I speak of things that haunt my dreams
where I must fight to keep my life
Where spirits walk, and shadows grow
This is the image of my soul

For within me a battles fought
Where heroes die and weapons fall
These spirits tear my heart from me
and drive their blades inside of me

For dreams are more than just a man
A hero fights to save her life
And if he falls for who he loves
These words are fuel to carry on

And as my Armour breaks away
and bare my heart onto a blade
i stand and think of all thats left
and all the dreams that she will have

So in my sorrow, almost dead
I hold a rose as rain drops fell
And as my blood stains pettle love
I feel the angels all around

So as my words drift far away
A hero dies for destiny

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

My dreams are a battle field. My war with fate. But in the end there is no end to this life.
Only new battles left to fight. This Hero has fallen so many times. For all that he loves and cares for. But I remain as I always do. A soldier to your will. The master mistress of my passion. A soldier of Fate