The Warrior's Ode

[JezzTheWarrior]

Old Warrior stands 'gainst ancient foe,
With battered sword, trades blow for blow.
With fearsome visage badly scarred,
And calloused hands like leather, hard.

In battle fierce, his icy glare
Might make you fear your soul's laid bare.
But under cold and toughened skin
There's burns a raging fire within.

And if he doesn't show the pain
Of wounds unhealed from loves in vain,
Or tremble at a hopeless fight...
Or beg for aid through blackest night

It doesn't mean he doesn't feel...
The sharpened tongue, or bite of steel.
He simply chooses not to tell
Most blessed joys and direst hell...

Which lesser men would tear apart..
Great passions rule ferocious heart!

Jezzara

[AKA Azure]

A fine one, and well recited in Cerbies the other night. Thanks for sharing it here too!