John Castro Poet Rhyme

The Warriors Way

The warriors sword is sealed as the weeping souls who were taken by his blade echo out across time
and the walk of the warrior is filled with empty strides a quicken pace places distance between his heart and his mind 

as each ambition is fulfilled upon angers vice, 
his soul becomes emptier than ever and his heart remains cold as ice 

he finds no pleasure in watching flowers grow but rather in cutting them down, 
for they are flowers and he is sand he remains a prisoner of the blood soaked ground

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Elizabeth Wesley October 10, 2011 at 11:06 AM The romance of war is cut down in this deep verse. You tell it like it is with such vivid imagery.

Debbie Guzzi July 31, 2011 at 8:22 PM such a strong write, these warriors seem to find out way to late to save their souls that death was never meant to be their decision...Light & Love

Stephen Parker July 29, 2011 at 5:20 PM A very nice simile in the last line of the poem. In the poem, you nicely pair the outer accoutrements of the warrior with the inner, psychological traits. Enjoyed your poignant verse!