As the smoke settles on the battle field I am tired and hungry after another long battle. I await to go home and see my family and my lover, wishing I could hug and taste her lips once more. As I come upon the mount of dead enemies and allies, I show no tears for I am a warriors. I look around and give a sad sigh as I help buried the corpses of my fallen comrads, still I do not cry. As I return home I return to see that my woman has found another and has bore my children with this other man. Enraged by her actions I draw my blade and yell in anguish as the woman I had loved and wants to make my wife when I returned from battle. Has finally betrayed my, "Why my love, my princess my rose.." stumbling back I run out of the house and travel once again to find a place for this warrior. After the many scars that have been inflected on my heart I never cried since I was too tough of a warrior and never had the balls to cry. As I look up into the sky after many years of hurt and worry tears flow down my cheek like a wanted rain for years. I lay down with my sword and symbol of my new wife, whom I did love dearly and still do who is right by my side right now. I hold her on my chest after we had both created a new life together within her. I slip off into a light sleep, with my faithful sword beside me also, it begins to rain. Are the heavens crying for this warrior as well? This is the warrior's tears.
((Dedicated to all the knights and non-knights I know.))
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