Misguidance

Misguidance.

I pray thee young warriors.
Let fly thy geese and may thy aim be true.

That love be not misguided by anger’s embrace.
That this timeless disposition cause not love to be lost.

Though darkness abides in anger’s misguidance.
I pray the love me or hate me.
But be not indifferent to me.

For just knowing that you acknowledge my existence makes me happy.

Love’s misguidance causeth me much sorrow.
But I shall not descend into despair.
For I shall rise even as a silent hurricane.
With power to destroy.

But wrath not ignited leaves room for joy.
And joy brings peace therefore I do not destroy, but laugh.
Laugh at the folly of those who choose to destroy.

Their destructive ways drag their sorrowful souls even deeper into despair destroying only their own souls.

Hence I pray you young warriors put up thy weapons.
Let nature take her humble course.
And all will be well with my soul.

By: Jeron Barclay.