STEEL AND FLESH

A WHISPER OF REDEMPTION

However, he began.

In the realm of ink and quill, where words find flight,

Where wounds find solace in the depths of night,

I weave a tapestry of whispered grace,

A symphony of redemption, love's embrace.

From blood-stained fields, where death danced wild,

And screams of agony pierced the night's exile,

I sought redemption in the echoes of my soul,

Aching to reclaim what wars had stole.

Whispers of redemption kissed my wounded heart,

A balm to heal the scars, to mend each shattered part.

In verses veiled, a sanctuary I found,

Where forgiveness blossomed on sacred ground.

With trembling pen, I etched a tale of rebirth,

A melody of hope rising from the earth,

From ashen ruins, a phoenix would arise,

To soar above the shadows, beneath azure skies.

For in this realm of poetry, I found release,

A refuge from the darkness, a sanctuary of peace.

Through meter and rhyme, my spirit took flight,

To dance upon the stars, a beacon in the night.

Whispers of redemption whispered in the breeze,

Heal