A Warriors Tale

Standing before an open plain, day is dawning.

Rays of sun falls on hallowed ground.

A gentle breeze brushes, the stillness brings peace.

No birds comth with the dawn of day, Strange.

My only friend and companion “Swift Wind” by my side,

Gently nuzzling the grass, that’s all I hear; I kneel to the ground on bended knee,

Not long ago a battle took place where I knelt,

Flash of light, the sky gloomth as darkness surround.

The steed neigh in dismay, a fog crept where I knelt.

The wind howled, I felt cold.

Warmth from my heart kept sheltered from the chill,

As time took its toll, Heard a war cry that broke the stillness.

Clash of steel, the gallop of horses, the cries of men,

The Hissing of arrows that hit the mark.

I stood up; through the mists rode a white stallion.

This steed I surely knew, the rider in shinning armor,

Dazed my thoughts frozen in time, for it was my masters ghost.

War is cruel, the pain, the anguish more that the heart could bear,

For blood shed that day victory bringth joy,

A distant passage with my master dead,

I pay tribute to the power on the hallowed plain,

Life I could not givth nor turn the pages of time, a year had passed,

The maker had been kind, I lived to see another day.

Breath my last, will be with thy forever.

Pay tribute by my presence.

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