I was asked if I could do a sequel to the one I put up a few days ago so here it is.


The Warrior Part 2.

And so the battle over, He sat upon the hill
And looked across the bloodied field
At those that he had killed

He looked not on in sympathy
Or even sought their flaws
For they had died like hero's
Every one for worthy cause

For sure there had been cowards
And some had died of fright
But none had turned their back on him
As he held them in his sight

Their end was swift as was his axe
As it flashed in morning dew
This warrior seen by many
But known by only few

This day of death behind him
He strode toward his horse
The screams still ringing in his ears
Though in his heart was no remorse

A glint of satisfaction, glistened in his eye
Yet in his face, It was devoid of mirth
This one so called the warrior
This was his right from birth.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-11 at 12:19

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BlueyedSoul
Excellently penned Graham, for one who usually does not like this sort of thing, you have captured the hero's heart and soul and i am pulled in wanting more.

~Cindy
2006-01-15


Zoya Zaidi
I am reminded of Ashoka the great:
when he took a survey of the battle field, the morning after his victory, he saw the destruction, the blood the havock he had created, the lives he had mercilessly taken , blood he had heedlesly shed, he was devastated...instead of rejoicing in his victory, he was horrified, appaled to see what he had done...and he took a wow never to kill anther soul in hs life...that was a turning point in his life, & he embrced Buddhism from that day onwards, believing in "Ahimsa", i.e. Non-Voilence"!
thanks for bringing Ashola's memory to me Pen!
xx,Zoya
2006-01-11