- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Warriors Lament
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What is left for a warrior?
No call for his sword, or his mighty warcry.
They call him archaic, and outside his time.
They'll have none of his honour, or his search for glory.
What call for heroes? For those who stand when others fall?
They hate his ferocity, his honourable fury.
They say men should be weak, and not ever fight
but who then will protect them, in the long watches of night?
In this world, ferocity and fearless might are no longer desired.
Warriors are replaced with weak and ineffectual slaves.
To societies demands these slaves bow down,
they know nothing of honour, glory is foreign to them.
They act with only selfish regard, what feels good at the time.
Alas for the lonely warrior, no-one by his side.
But he will not surrender his purpose,
To fight, and to die
- COMMENTS
glynndahover 16 years agolearns when it is necessary to fight. Pretty words cannot solve all the ills of the world. Sometimes a sword is needed.
My Erotic Trailover 16 years agoperhaps a restless soul with warrior training; for a true warrior wishes not to kill but reserve his skills knowing his home is safe and secure and that peace has a grasp on the society, not a war torn land, yet forever training in case his knowledge of killing is needed, but never allowing his hands to become idle to the idea he is worthless.
bows humble (~_~)
