Reincarnation of a soldier

 

 

finally... 

breathing...

taking this suit off...

I love my armor,  served me well

donned in the age of Yore, battling

black pits of hell, chinks you see

strips, these the case may be

are but from finding me...

 

Shining, bright Magic flows from it

warding off danger

I took trips fraught with angles 

dot and blotted along the way

pierced by dragons in lairs. 

The armor strengthened...

living the life of the court, alone

walking fares, still intent upon joys

 

And the days came, harkened 

upon my hole of years 

where tales vines grabbed hold

purposed and clear, battles change

no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that

winds of change can show us this         

hang my suit up, enshrined drying

It's scars left, reminding, lest we forget

 

My bear skin stretches across a rock

looking out over the valley

embraced by the woods, naked

harmonized nature and battles understood