fauxcroft

Through the mist and early morning dew
There i saw a warrior connecting and in tune
With all of the surroundings
One with nature and with time.
With universal consciousness
At peace with the soul
The warrior has fluid motion from the ancients of old.
Handed down through ancestry
It’s about everything they are
Travelling where life takes them
Wandering near and far.
Muscles of steel yet supple wielding weapons like a brush
That a painter weilds when creating art upon an awaiting white canvas.
An eye for every tiny detail
Perception rippling through their own minds eye
Nothing can unbalance them their are a master of their art
Stealthy and nimble movements from light into the dark.
Living life in shadows people rarely know their names
They are myth and they are legendary
Throughout history they abound.
Very little is known about them
Very little can be found.
They live between the realms of life
Silence is their code
They are feared and they are are held in awe
warriors are how they are known.