A Soldier in an Unjust War (Thor_Azine)

Kindred spirits
wear torment
like a badge
and rip it off
like a scab…

Baring his soul
authenticity
coursing
through his veins
while high octane
stanzas set
his past ablaze

Until there’s
no more armor
to polish
his nightmares
abolished
no more boots
to lace
his demons
put in
their place

The plume settling
as he
brushes off
the dust
world-weary
for all he’s loved
and lost

Thor
the soldier
victorious
and true
I couldn’t have
found
a braver man
to call
my friend
than you