I am typing this poem as the words enter my head.
Links to my other poems:
Fire Of Fury- http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AsXMPU9G2MqmkQWzEqFWHHlp.Bd.;_ylv=3?qid=20080731020009AAlGwaV
Beautiful- http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AomQs2MIxuh_EBZfE6oR8GZp.Bd.;_ylv=3?qid=20080731142022AAnTMYF
Unforgiving Waters- http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080731170835AA5UFCe
[A Warrior From Another Age - made title after poem was finished]
Here he stands, a blade in his hand,
Around his head, a blood soaked band.
He wears no shirt, his body is rough,
Has cuts and slashes, if that isn't enough.
His skin is pale, as pale as a cloud,
His yell is almighty, almighty and proud.
He charges a beast, brings down his blade
Slicing his enemy, with a lethal grade.
He uses his blade in a habitual manner,
As he slices and dices for his people's banner.
The beast falls, releasing it's breath,
As the warrior brings it to its ultimate death.
The warrior, fatigued and covered in blood,
Falls to the ground on the surface of the mud.
He rests as he looks up into the sky,
Wondering, at which moment he may die.
He realizes as he lays, it doesn't matter,
He needs to fight his way up the ladder.*
*Meaning to become the best warrior for his people.
Try to think of this as being similar to the setting of The Epic Of Gilgamesh.
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