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Vulcan's Warrior
Who are the great, these warriors bold?
With logic and truth upon their brow.
Who's katra's strive for the rightful path.
Concealing a dark and bloodied past.
The thirst for knowledge always consuming.
For c'thia and ari mnu they strived.
Supressing every warrior's thought,
Delving within the katra, solitude sought.
C'thia's empire to be attained...their lore.
From battle life they turned..in shame.
And shadows of the past they deplored,
The darkness of elder days..no more.
Gone the songs from warrior's lips.
Of battles won and comrades fallen.
The hall lies lost amongst the dreams,
Of realms etheral...it would only seem.
Gone are also heart's desires,
Which burned so deeply in the breast.
Now lies silent, hidden, cold.
The lover's embrace only memory shall hold.
And how the land did rise in glory,
And how Las'hark did chant their names.
And how the thundering of their steps,
Caused fear and pride within each katra's depths.
And splendor robed the warrior's fame,
And Gods reached down amidst the din.
To urge them on in battle cold,
And give them glory, thier katra's to enfold.
Atop the steps of temples red,
Each footstep placed before the other.
To reach the dais's gleaming form,
To stand in glory beneath the flaming horns.
His darkned eyes concealed the flame,
No sign of pity upon his brow shone.
No remorseful words of bloodied hands,
Within his pride and glory the warrior stands.
And in his hands the senepa rests,
Dark and bloodied, gleaming death.
Stained the land a grisely hue,
From him the power of death he did imbue.
And there within a shining breast,
Beneath the blackness of his warrior's dress.
Beneath the flesh and bone and sinue,
His katra rises to recieve it's due.
And there the dark of night reached down,
And clothed him in her cold embrace.
There visions of the battle past,
Through his darkened eyes to her were past.
There down below the crowds adored,
The darkly image of his being.
And chants rose up around his name,
Of endless words of undying fame.
And to his ears no victory song,
Nor litanies of enemies fallen.
But held within night's seductive core,
The unholy hymns of insatiable war.
To him no maiden could intice him,
With pleasures sweet beneath the stars.
To him passions lay upon the sand,
With senepa raised high in hand.
And once there stood a thousand like him,
And once there stood a thousand more.
That brought the fame of Vulcan's glory,
That lived the tale of the warrior's story.
Now hid within the Vulcan's phsyce,
Concealed deep down within his katra.
Removed from view his warrior's past,
The path to logic had been cast.
c.2000
A.J. Ward
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