I am the warrior
I am the fighter, why I fight I know not.
I fight for me perhaps?
I do not think myself that noble.
I fight for my king perhaps?
I do not think my king is grand.
I fight for right?
How do I know what I do is right.
I fight for her?
Yes, Yes I know its true.
How do I know I fight for the woman?
I know it because even after I have seen the days of killing.
I can rest on my bed and see her comforting me.
I fight with heart and valor just for her.
I fight just for her despite its suicidal appearance.
I think I have died.
I know I have died.
I have not died.
She caresses my my face.
I make a movement to speak.
She silences me.
"Hush my great warrior, your days of fighting are no more, please rest my love. You needn't that sword anymore".
I listen and close my eyes, for the final time.
Heaven I have found and she is there.
 Azalin · Wed Mar 01, 2006 @ 05:53am · 2 Comments |
