the warrior rode alone that night
his only companion
the horse beneath him
no one knew
the plan in his heart
the task entrusted to him
except he who had planted it firmly
deep within him
now it was his duty
his battle and his alone
his chance to define himself
"in the morning
I will meet the enemy
and I will be ready
to slay the beast
or to be slain"
this was his song that night
as he rode out into the darkness
he could see his breath
by the soft light of the moon
he could feel his heart
pounding in his heavy chest
and he could sense the spirit
falling gently upon him
the spirit of truth
the spirit of courage
he was alone
but not alone
1 comment:
Beautifully written. Simple yet it still has that aura of something deep. You by any chance play World of Warcraft kind Sir ?
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