The Warrior
His armor shines in the sun,
His eyes glint with ocean blue,
His sword is at his side,
And his shield upon his back,
A tear rolls down his cheek.
His mind is filled with thoughts of love,
Thoughts of war,
And thoughts of hate,
And a tear rolls down his cheek.
Like a loyal soldier,
When the horns are blasted load,
A kings soldier onward as he goes,
As he marches into war,
A tear rolls down his cheek.
He charges into battle,
Determination in his eyes,
And in the end the battle won,
The loss is only great.
But for the battered warrior,
This battle isn’t over,
He rents his clothes,
He screams and curses,
For at his feet lay his friend,
With an arrow in his chest
The glowing sun glints off his armor,
His sword is sheathed at his side,
His shield upon his back,
And encrusted upon his shield a blood red cross,
the cross of a fallen friend.
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