[patrown]

reapin the fields once gave him everything he needed.
kept intelligence a secret like his love for the seasons,
he'd watch vines grow tall, fresh flowers and sour starts,
soon engulfed in fires started by hammer and anvil sparks.
it grew in the hearts of people simply needing something to eat.
while legions heaved their beliefs at heathen's smoldering regions,
he's shoulder to shoulder with demons, Eagle soaring, beating the meek.
bleeding from beak after reasons for peace were weeded from speech,
Liem had sold his farm for what he needed to be,
a soldier in an army conquering sea to shining sea,
he'd seen atrocities committed on all the closest of kin,
had long been holding their memories frozen within,
Liem strapped helmet to chin and prayed forgiveness for future sins..
years later his ship hit a sandy beach moments before planting his feet,
landing upon soil more rich than he'd ever managed to see.
axe on his back, short sword slashing through crowds,
looking for cushions to pin to the field of battle with prowess,
left the powerless dead, beheaded or burnt to a crisp..
walking away from a cross he said, "building an empires a bitch."