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The Warrior
I can see the arrow,
Flying on Death’s wing.
Do I give my loves sorrow,
Or his, with the sadness I bring.
After the years
Of training.
The blood, sweat, and tears.
Here comes the moment of waiting.
O the friends I’ve made.
The battles we’ve fought,
The graves that I’ve laid,
Now it all matters naught.
Now is the moment!
O there is no time!
I hope I face no torment,
Will this not make up for any crime?
I have just a few
Seconds, time for my Comrade to see
He would have done it too,
If Death was about to come for me.
end. feedback would be appreciated, i think this is one of the best that ive written.
I can see the arrow,
Flying on Death’s wing.
Do I give my loves sorrow,
Or his, with the sadness I bring.
After the years
Of training.
The blood, sweat, and tears.
Here comes the moment of waiting.
O the friends I’ve made.
The battles we’ve fought,
The graves that I’ve laid,
Now it all matters naught.
Now is the moment!
O there is no time!
I hope I face no torment,
Will this not make up for any crime?
I have just a few
Seconds, time for my Comrade to see
He would have done it too,
If Death was about to come for me.
end. feedback would be appreciated, i think this is one of the best that ive written.