Ancient Warrior

Whispers swirls

Within midnight air

A bite stings my face

 

Icy fingers of death

Stroke pale soft cheeks

A shallow grave

Gives no peace

 

The shadow dances

Lurking in the beyond

Slightly visible

With a misty form

The vanishes, gone

 

Ancient stones

From a tragic time

Mark the spot

Of a warriors decline

 

No fancy marker

Or grand statue

Stands

Only dirt and rocks

Cover this man

 

Earth once covered

With crimson blood

Where wild flowers

Decorate the

Forgotten flood

 

This specter

Dances between

The past and present

Waiting for the girl

With eyes shaped

Like a crescent 

Author's Note

Artwork by david howard Johnson

Reviews

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Good work..Interesting thoughts about rhe picture..I really can't see the details of the picture so I can't tell if that is a soldier or a female lying there..I am glad that I chose this one to read..Sunflower..

[Luke Ritta]

very much enjoyed this poem...loved the opening part,
'Whispers swirls
Within midnight air
A bite stings my face'

[InkSlinger]

The image helps sell this poem, it adds feeling and depth.
Well done, enjoyed the piece

[Grace Catherine C.]

Great imagery, very fluid.

[Time.]

Loved loved loved, the picture makes the poem flow better also. (:

[Jeremy Baker]

Intriguing write - much enjoyed!

[MS. BABy]

This was a marvelous piece, the art told the words, the words told the art...awesome Poetic Beauty

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great capturing of the pictures essence through our words... what you said is true... so many heros don't get the credit they deserve.

[Lily Mae]

The art and your words combined together for some magic.. I felt like I was right in the picture..xx

[HappyTaylor]

The imagery is amazing. This is very beautiful. Very well done!!