Malicious

It started as a dull whisper

No more than just an ache

But then it grew and blossomed

As if impaled by a sharp stake

Then drops of blood bloomed into flowers

Opening their petals to the night

But no matter the severity of pain

The soul just couldn't take flight

It was anchored to the body

And tortured by the pain

Yet the Warrior was too tough

The Warrior could not be slain

"Keep fighting, don't give up!"

Is what the Warrior would say

But in the end his life was conquered

And the Warrior was slain

Such pain had come in waves

Stabs, to gruesome to withstand

Therefore the Warrior was killed

By the Warrior's own hand

The mind had been deeply poisoned

By thoughts of blood and death

Belief and hope were killed

They left him like his last breath

He was not a man of virtue

Of mercy, love or life

He sought to take the lives of others

Even an old man and his wife

Though evil may persist

The world will push it out

It will remove the weeds from its entirety

Through fire, flood or drought

There is no greater danger

Than the man that lives by war

And any man that does so

Is no more civil than a boar

Live life with patience, joy and virtue

With love, laughter and delight

And one day, when the sky opens up above

Your soul will shimmer, and take flight.