The warrior once brave and strong
\ncontemplates the hour
\nthat moment in his psyche
\nwhen his spirit found a flower
\nunabashed creating in him,
\nthe truest desire
\nto walk among the angels
\nnot fall into the fire<\/p>\n
her visionary creation
\nher honourable wake
\nstirred in him a lasting love
\nfor all creations sake
\nthe warrior had met
\na warrioresse, and well he knew
\nthat they could fight for all they believed
\nwhich they both wanted to do<\/p>\n
but somehow he led himself away
\nfrom the gold and silver, he
\nrealizing above all else the possibility
\nthat if he ever lost her
\nthrough his own senseless ways
\namiss with grief and and a sad belief
\nand a contemplative phase<\/p>\n
he never again would find peace
\nwhich cut him to the core
\nwith all its sweet uniqueness
\ninside he felt so sore
\nhow rapidly his being did fade
\nfor among the thorns
\nthe swamp came closer
\nin his breast
\nfor darkness soon adorns<\/p>\n
the spirit, it soon languishes
\nwhich surely now would test
\nhe the warrior aware
\nthat his strength had lost its zest
\nhe sunk down on one knee
\nhis cries were heard
\nfor all of time
\nhe, was so beside himself
\nwas there any rhyme<\/p>\n
or reason left to carry on
\nhe knew that he alone
\nhad not the strength
\nto fight them
\nlike the strength they both had known
\nwhen she was with him
\nsteadfastly and creatively she gave
\nthat lasting power
\nbut now his world
\nHOW NOW COULD he be BRAVE<\/p>\n
the elements around him
\nall lying around his feet
\na broken soul whatever role
\nhow could he now beat
\nsullen, sensing silence
\nsuperimposed with grief
\na plea
\nin that one moment
\ncried his heart out, he
\nhopeful he might see
\nand share her light
\nand somehow be<\/p>\n
the moon shone from the heavens
\nthe warrior in view
\nclutching at the frosty air
\nwith little left to do
\npale as the early morning light
\nthat comes before the Dawn
\nhopeful that her petals
\nwould rain down and he be reborn
\nheartbroken in so many ways
\ncreatively we see
\na child who met an angel
\nand she showed him so much light
\nshe made him a much better soul
\nshe took him from the night
\nand gave him so much caring
\nso much gentleness and verve
\nbut in one ghastly episode
\nhe rather lost his nerve
\nit wasn’t out of malice
\nfor so much care he bore
\nit just was one sad moment
\nwhich cut him to his core
\nthe hour is nigh
\nthe moment
\nif all else fails then he
\nmay wander as a cloud on high
\nand never again be free<\/p>\n
of the guilt that he created<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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