On The Will to Art.

The Warrior in Truth is an artist.
His sword, like a chord it plays death.
His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.
On occasion, it’s a swirling crash of whistling fate.
To honour Geist, his inner restless; he fights to create.
In establishing Self he escapes the clutches of hate.
His growing Will dissolves his secret inner martyr.
The dark path is found beyond the one of light.
A cyclic destination; and dawn follows night.
Navigating as water, he flows symphonically with nature.
His art expresses from seemingly beyond his earthly pastures.
Serving his own Will, and willing his own Self he finds true might.

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