A Great Warrior In A Melted Candle Poem by Antonio Liao

there will be no other day but a memory of
today, just a dropp of rainbow of my life sharpen the
edge of the past and find the wounded last, out to rise;
and let me please return in the portray that makes
it cast, know not even the end

should i ever run for that moment will come,
when i will found you in the wet land, of where no shelter
to hide and the wound lashes to swollen of hearty pain
in and above the chest; has the silent of the great
roaring sea, stop the ears to listen

lure me not to light the scented candle for the
immortal friendship leaves no regret to hold the torch i
adore, sprout the golden halos of harmony of the wind,
whirl fully callus the chariot of sharpen harpoon, surge
in the bleed of a warriors shielded the flame of victory

let me not spoiled the smile of a majestic warrior,
the honor knight have gone beyond the war, reaching
out the flag of friendship amongst the scented candle of
hope and love, as it offered and leaves no mercy of
coward steward coat

take it now, and find happiness, from far a part; the
battle glorious day is still uncertain; though the flesh is
willing but the body is weak, please pray for me......