I sit upon the mountain top,
I leave the world behind.
My reason for venture has been lost,
No friends, but only the wind that passes by.
The crimson sky begins to dawn,
The trees sway and dance,
I venture forth with my sword drawn,
Showing mercy to those who need a hand,
But why would someone from such a past,
Of Violence; betrayel; lust and loss,
Lend a hand to any who pass,
Why not kill and take what they've got.
Revelation came not long ago,
to do good deeds from time to time,
Even if just to see how it felt,
Instead of a life of crime.
Along the way a change is made,
A long habitual progress,
I felt my old self slowly fade,
My mind now tells me being good is whats best.
~Taku
