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The Warrior Who Trains

 I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I let my mind wonder to the past, where my family was butchered and mutilated when I was 10 years old. I lost everything I loved and anything that mattered to me, but my passion. Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass. Revenge against those who could do the things I’ve seen, beasts that slaughtered my whole family. I have spent years here, learning the warrior’s way, feeling the grunge and toils from everyday training.

 My sword is now a part of my body, so swift and true. I can draw it sharply and silent to bring it up my enemy. I spin my body and crouch down low, dodging my enemy and thrusting my sword into his chest. My body has become one single weapon for me to use. My mind is sharp and ready for the challenges of all those who oppose me. I will fight for honor and what is right and damnation to those who are evil and selfish. In the distance a voice echoes in my ears, “Piiid!” “Pid!” This sound grows louder as I strain my muscles and sharpen my skills. “PIIIDDD!!!” “HAULT!” and then I realize that master Baracus has been calling me. Turning around, I see Baracus standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He is a tall elder man with a chiseled chin and scars across both cheeks. His skin tone is deep red from the Sun’s scorching heat of the day. His balding head has traces of white hair around each side and the tunic of a trainer is all black with gold trim. His deep blue eyes gaze upon me in frustration, “You must focus on all things around you Pid, you will leave yourself open to attack without it”.  

 Baracus turns to walk towards the shelter as he mumbles various curses at me. “You young bucks have no attention and focus” as he slowly walks to sit down. “I was focused on my training you old goat” I persist. As we both sit down, he makes his brittle response, “Damn young blood makes poor fertilizer for our fields” as we both bellow with laughter. He is my mentor and trainer, but most of all he took me in and called me his son. He has trained me in the way of the warrior and what it means to be honorable and noble.     

Copyright © Donald Williams

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  1. Date: 7/12/2015 12:04:00 AM
    Donald.. Congrats on having your awesome work recognized on the Soup home page!

  1. Date: 7/11/2015 4:10:00 AM
    A great write. Just my kind of thing.

  1. Date: 7/11/2015 3:10:00 AM
    Donald :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

  1. Date: 4/17/2014 10:14:00 AM
    Enjoyed this much, Donald. Reminds me of an old buck sergeant of mine many years ago. Warrior nostalgia runs deep. rick

    Williams Avatar Donald Williams
    Date: 4/17/2014 10:15:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Amen Rick lol thanks for stopping by
  1. Date: 4/2/2013 4:08:00 AM
    You're such a great poet and a writer my dear friend Donald! I've enjoyed reading your stunning write today although a terrible sadness I've felt upon reading this horrible and traumatic experience of a 10 year old boy. Is this a fiction? Well, Kudos for this outstanding poem of yours my friend. Thank you so much for sharing your gem and amazing talent; also for stopping by leaving me a very inspiring comment on my poem. Keep writing & sharing your precious gems! love/hugs, Leonora

    Williams Avatar Donald Williams
    Date: 4/3/2013 6:24:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you so much Leonora, you have kind words for this piece and I hope you continue to enjoy this story line. Yes this is fiction by the way and it comes from somewhere in my mind LOL. Thank you again for your heartfelt words and I am honored that everyone has enjoyed this so much. ;)
  1. Date: 3/29/2013 2:08:00 AM
    Dear Donald, captivating You make the reader want to turn the page and continue on this quest with "Pid" When I go to "read POEMS by" I will look for Dramatic Monologue. You have peaked my interest in this Form with YOUR Superb Write. I wait to read on. With LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry

    Williams Avatar Donald Williams
    Date: 4/3/2013 6:22:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you kind sir for your words of wisdom and appreciation for this piece. I will continue the Story of Pid throughout his adventure. tay tuned for more to come sir.... LOL
  1. Date: 3/28/2013 10:35:00 AM
    An excellant write. Well done!

    Williams Avatar Donald Williams
    Date: 3/28/2013 10:48:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you Carol for taking a few miutes to read this one. It kind of relates to one other of my poems. LOL thank you again so much :)
  1. Date: 3/27/2013 1:54:00 PM
    Hi Donald Williams, welcome to Poetry Soup Life Time Member.... The line "Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass" is by far my favor line.Welcome to the club.

    Williams Avatar Donald Williams
    Date: 3/27/2013 2:04:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Louis, That means so much to me when I hear things like that. To find one specific phrase that leaves a lasting memory of the piece. Thank you very much for the welcome and appreciation of my work.