You see I had to learn to be this way.
I once was a bastard and a whore.
A swindler with a wicked tongue.
With longing and passion for more.
Wrapped in armor as my cage.
Ever moving to follow no path at all.
I was an outlaw and a lover of life.
But my ways were waning quick.
Never the tale told to know a lady.
Or a item taken not truly earned.
My morals burning like embers within.
Needing only knowledge as its fuel
To let others in to breath into the flame.
Still perfection will ever elude my hand.
Only I now offer a smile at that jest.
I was once a scoundrel to the world.
Until I realized thats what I made it.
© Jeph Rants
