poetry

half soul bastard

Battle born scars. A warrior’s tale. Poetically told. As it unfolds. My loyalty… Carved into stone. Upon liars tongues. I’ve refused to be.
Shinning like gold. Getting burnt like coal. Built like steel. I can’t be broken. But I can bend.
You better believe. I’ve held that sky… From falling. On a friend. Giving more. Because that is who… I am.
A warrior’s heart. Poetically engineered. A half soul bastard… On my way home.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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