Warrior Poet
Deadly to his enemies
confusing to his friends
While faithful to his writing
injustice he portends
Furious in times of war
in peace his vision burns
But past the fray inside his words
a gentler spirit yearns
Salvation long then sacrificed
a fate he can’t deny
A cross that’s left for him to bear
but still his spirit cries
Through battles mostly heaven sent
and victories sealed with death
This guilt the price he’s had to pay
now felt with every breath
One wish at last he prays out loud
one cry is sent above
“My spear, my pen, my will to live
I trade all back for love”
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2017)
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