Warriors
A dark period of the elite
Warriors time their honor unique.
They posed a noble heart of courage
In a world that kings crowns discourage.
A ready sword in hand, taking stand
Against the devil's their fates demand.
A right of conduct and absolute
Who joined to one's monarch master suit.
They assimilate every person
Of color, creed, and faith that's certain.
Carried burdens then, saw them steeple;
Broken when heard cries of their people.
Side by side, no servants at their feet;
Scars worn heaving battle wounds did meet.
7/11/2020
Not for Silent One contest
Strand Completely New (8)Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment