A Warriors
Plight
Long ago in the land of winter
Where the sun never shone
Lived a warrior, whose profession was to kill
It rained at night and the snow glowed bright
He leaned on his wife
She cried all night
Nine months went by
and his wife died
Leaving behind her
legacy crying in a rag
War lasted forever,
snow everywhere
The warrior struck
his spear through every other man
Blood froze in
the snow and looked aglow
The village was
massacred in a single fight
Oh, what a sight to behold!
Women lie listless,
mishandled and mangled
His mistress met with
the same plight, he cried that night
He prayed for darkness,
so he could rest
Taken to the west, to
slave for men
Who looked not like
him
When he was freed, he
ripped every heart apart
Until his own was
plunged upon
He shook violently
for once, then laid still forever
No tombstone was ever
made
We can never know his
name, just the same
His brothers of the
village met with same fate
Far away, A withered
leaf falls in the spring
Carried far off
before being lodged
In a crevice not so
large
It’ll stay there
forever till it is returned to the maker’s hands
May he rest in peace
1 comment:
Except the 4th line of the 1st stanza. Its somewhat contradictory..
Rest of the lines tell an awesome story of a Fallen Warrior, who lost his wife, then his life..
The lines No tombstone was ever made....... till the end of the article, are awesomely correlated..
Good one, dude.
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