The (Story of the) Warrior

The decaying starts singing,
wolves pray from the bushes,
death spreads around.

The brave warrior, titled,
gives his last blink,
and slips into the night.

There he shell never wake again,
to see, feel , breath , the beloved,
the one he saved.

The story of the warrior, is sad,
known, but always true.

Author's Note

This poem can be found in my blog. It has been recently redesigned as well.
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previous poem : http://www.poetrylocker.com/the-lemon-tree/
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