"Blood"
by Ksennin
February 29, 2004
The blood within me, rich and warm,
once flowed through ancient godly kings
who slew the demons, won the world,
brought order from chaotic things.
Their life incarnadine did flow
across the land in crashing waves.
And by that ransom, bitter loss,
were roads to future glory paved.
The dying breed is stretched and worn
the sanguine trickle now runs thin.
Just remnants now remain of any
valor that existed then.
Their instincts still persist in me
though lying derelict so far,
but someday glory will be won;
I'll join the kings among the stars.