Taken from: "Writings of the Burning Soul"
Friendship, like the feather moves in the breeze I see a friendship flutter in the wind, its ups and downs cause me to become dizzy, the spiraling mess of words combated with more words in a never ending sea of chaos only ended when one gives up his sword in defeat. But in friendship should one have to be subdued by the others blade? Should there be the blood stained air as the feather moves with the uneasy breeze? Isn't this in fact supposed to be the brother pulling the other's blade to his neck saying "kill me, for our friendship means too much too me too fight you" but it seems that the eye of pride learks over us as our swords clash in the dawn, its mouth laughs with an evil grin too it. But the battle goes forward into the hot of the day until the feather is cut from the air and stained red as the bloodlust in the eyes of a once close friend.

-Kai
- posted by Kai @ 4/03/2004 11:32:00 a.m.