On Ripley.

Sinew stretched over glass

Years punched into the leather of
Determined passion
A skin at once binding choice,
Season and
Millennia

Eyes surveyed
Expose the lay of peaceful regions sought
The deep brown that is at once
Doubt and solace
Deep and shallow
Mirrors of a soul
Windows on a life unlived

Sinew and glass
Giving and taking
Driving a heart of  bleeding stone
Toward an end unsought, unwanted
But, in a final lust of
Needed logic
And unheeded knowledge,
Accepted

There is no sorrow inside
The stuff of stars
And none inside
The Warrior
Now made of the very stars
Which took the Warrior to
Forever.