The Death Of The Warrior
Smoke and ash rising to the sky
Not a sound to be heard
Not even a babys cry
The land left desolate and bare
Movement yet to be seen
As Stillness holds strong the crisp air
The loss of Laughter and of play
No Joy no happiness
Life as it's known is swept away
A site of death lays in place
Colors and light ran off
As darkness fills in with haste
Left is the remnants of one
Beaten and scarred
A battle he could have never won
A beloved warrior life no longer
An end of an era
No one was ever stronger
His guard he let down
Just for an instant
Brought destruction to his town
His kindness and trust led to his end
A stranger to a friend
To an enemy he could not defend
Walls broken and left in meekness
Less caring he shouldve been
His strength became his weakness
To be beaten never allowed
his self he stayed
And at bay was kept the crowd
Oh the mistake this time
His gate he did open
And death was left to find
The warrior left to death
His heart the opening
That took his very last breath.
-Tyloy Huntsman
-Tyloy Huntsman
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