Jonathan J. Poet Rhyme

Aged Warrior

How much time has passed?
Four...five...six hundred years? 
How much longer must I last?
Through another set of peers?

I am young yet, this I know. 
But in my short time, I've had my share of woes. 
Though my shell is fairly new, my soul is aged and old. 
And though I am ready, I'm not one to surrender and fold. 

I've grown tired; my heart is worn. 
From warring so constantly since I was born. 
But surrender is a foreign concept to me
So I'll keep fighting fiercely til I am bested properly. 

And though I may pray to be bested some way,
As I engage the trials of life and the harshness of fate,
"Ni naiz du ekaitz," my battle cry to promulgate,
"It is not cold enough in Hell for me to die this day."

EDIT: Ni naiz du ekaitz means "I am the storm"

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Sonia Walker June 19, 2016 at 11:04 PM An interesting perspective on being an aged warrior. There is redundancy on the word 'bested.' Is this word 'old english?' It is not in a current dictionary. All the best with your writing, Sonia. Jonathan J. June 19, 2016 at 11:14 PM Thanks much for your kind words.