The Warrior Goes Down

Dressed for the mighty war

With eyes to shut them all

Standing like some fearless wall

With hands that pierce them to fall

The power of the warrior drain

As he splashed blood like drops of rain

And then the dark time befell

When actions no more defend and tell

A blow at the back of head

And the training flows in floods of red

Down upon the knee he bent

And looked back at the culprit then

Tried his best to still defend

Vain it goes and so does his leg

Hand goes down to the floor of dead

Kissed the destiny he met

Finally rested upon the back that let

And slept in the noise of red and dead


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