- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Fallen Warrior
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Click hereThe Fallen Warrior
On wind swept plain the warrior lies, snow drifts all around him
The mantle of his sword of truth pointing towards the sky does ask
Where and why did love foresake and lonliness confound him
Her red silk scarf he held so dear, tied to that mantle makes it clear.
When Spring does come they'll find him here, no wounds to be seen
But in his chest as cold as ice a shattered heart they'd find
His arm outstretched with blade in hand, as if to point the way
Just one more hill and valley would have saved this lovers day.
In shallow grave they laid the Knight, his sword of truth a marker
No flowers grow in that barren meadow, darkness it does gather
The only color showing there, that tattered red silk scarf that flies
And on full moon nights the ground it bleeds, the warrior still cries.
- COMMENTS
Spicy Southern Belleover 19 years agoThis was extremely touching. I had tears in my eyes when I finished reading it. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of work.
badboybrodyalmost 20 years agoVery nice, 69. Its easy to see how much of your self you poured into this. Gets you right there.
GoddessOfSoulsalmost 20 years agoVery well writen, easy to see your heart inside, you show pain exuding from your words *hugs*
