Burning Soul...

Falling through, inner warrior slipping.
Lost as soon as the physical leaves, as hands release it's power back to the maker.
Given for a purpose-the strength of all ties will deceive.
Stubborn downfalls-done everything to protect the blind.
Warrior on the outside settles young yet powerless.
Soon left with nothing the walls of the empire crumble.
The support, strength, heart, love, magic has now vanished.
Even the one sided friendship which has never been true-is gone.
Stand alone-since day one?- no- yet now be it true.
Mutual standing will never be in the things the heart desires.
No one will believe in heart- cry and fall my love - try to prove the eyes that watch, show the fight but become exhausted as these eyes show their disapproving interest lost.

What is left? My warrior... sparking within the burning soul.
Slipping- one day it will need to be saved - one day soon it will be gone.
The strength of a warrior comes from the hearts truest desires, truth...not deceit.