The Warrior
The warrior
not to be reckoned with
fear, intimidation his domain.
In his prime,
many battles were fought,
hands stained with the blood of innocence.
Why? you ask,
a name had to be made,
for he who is feared is respected .
Time kills him,
a fight he can not win,
in his frail shell he awaits his death.
Contest: PARALLELOGRAM DE CRYSTALLINE - nette onclaud
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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