Sea, Night, White and Black: Tale of a Warrior

A time lost by age
Shaken by the waves
Brought forth man
Born of sea caves.

Like the sea he was loud
Like the sea he held rage
But on the land he was docile
Empty; as if caged.

But a warrior appeared
Shining with white light
But in a Suit of black
Covered by night

The warrior heard of the man
Broken by earth
And the warrior rode towards him
Determined to take him to his place of birth

The warrior held his slender hand
The warrior took him to his cave
But his kind soul did not awaken
But became buried in its gave.

The man ran in anger
Away from his black knight
He hid into the shadows
So he couldn't touch the warrior's light.

As he hid he grew angry
He emotions 'till then buried
But now they rushed out
Full fledged, with fury.

Since the man was of the sea
The winds obeyed his whim;
The water could feel his heart
And wanted to please him.

So cast upon all lands
A rampaging storm appeared
Destroying all in its path
Causing pain, death, and fear.

The man was so angry
Because the earth hurt his feet
The noises were too loud
And his heart had been beat.

His heart lost
It was torn
His mother lost
To a man of thorns.

A man who wore thorns
They sprouted from his head
Of gold and rubies
And seemed to be treasured and not feared instead.

The man was but a child then
But the memory remained
Of falling into the seas
After his mother had been maimed.

Maimed and tormented she was
By the man in thorns
And the image burned into the man
Until he was filled with scorn.

But now even the sea could not tame him
His angry all a burst
He wanted all of land to suffer
And all men in thorn the worst.

To begin his trail of blood
The man decided on revenge.
So he rode floods towards the city
For that was where his plan began.

The raging waters carried him
Over hills and mountains alike
But once he got to the city
It was already night.

With night came a warrior
Strong and valiant
Prepared to keep out the man
No matter how resilient.

So the battle begun.
The man of the sea versus the warrior of night.
They fought until dusk
Brought forth the beginnings of sunlight.

For when the light hit,
The man threw the warrior
And off flew the warrior's helmet
And good proved to be the clever.

The man gazed at a warrior
A woman to his surprise.
She had long black hair
That became the shape of waves at the sunrise.

She rose her sword
Took advantage of the man's surprise
And held the sword at his throat
Waiting for her chance of prize.

She opened her red lips
And told the man forgive
To move on with his own life
And allow others to live.

Revenge was doing nothing
But making his water cry
The winds howled in agony
For revenge always goes awry.

So many innocents
Caught beneath his rage
Were now swallowed
Dead inside the waves.

The metallic smell of blood
Floated threw the air
It made the wind cringe
And bite at the man's hair.

The man looked at his hands
Covered in the warrior's blood
And he cried out for now
As he knew he should.

He cried for the innocent
The people he had killed
The revenge was something for now man
Despite what they may have willed.

But caught agin in agony
And now with much despair
The man fell upon the ground
With no comfort from water, ground or air.

But the warrior stepped forth
And placed on him a hand
She promised she would help him
Find a new type of land.

One to not cut his feet
Or accept murder of those one loved
One that would bring peace
Even when push came to shove.

But the man wondered,
"How could a place be?"
The woman laughed and answered,
"Just look at me!

Dressed in black I am
Attached to the night
But my greatest weapon
Is my white light.

People are not all evil,
Nor are they all black
They obviously aren't all good and white
And you should know that.

But People are a blend
It's better that way
Because together,
White and Black make so many shades of gray."
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It's the middle of the night... I don't know what I'm writing