Mystic warrior
One man crawls to the gate
screams in rage of his fate.
Village seeks vengeance
with razered steel.
Rolling madness
on spiked wheels.
Dead warriors carried
home on shields.
One lone warrior lance held high
old mans wisdom young mans eyes
Mystic warrior courage abides
just his presence gives others pride
Mother told him brave son
but she knew he'd never run
Honer glory conquest done
love of battle bloodshed begun
One lone warrior lance held high
old mans wisdom young mans eyes
Mystic warrior courage abides
just his presence gives others pride
I wrote this at 15 and never finished it.
Part of it was used in a song for a local band so I stopped writting it.
poem by Mike poet
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