I stood there, muscles strained and tense
as cold rain ran down my sword like silk
and sent shivers through my spine -
but I steadied my self and watched
as one warrior went forth
hand at his side
grasping the hilt of a blade
his eyes glistening
a calm and quiet intensity.
With dark clouds turning over
and the scent of rain,
came a deep and distant thunder rumbling -
the air was thick and heavy
as our warrior stood his ground
midfield between two armies.
He stood there, resolute
showing naught but pressing confidence,
the kind that one only ever earns in war.
We watched the lines for some challenger -
perhaps they too had their own hero
to face ours in true warrior’s fashion.
And from the battle lines came forth a single man
some warrior monk, with sword and spear,
and cloaked in white religious robes -
wearing plain unpainted wooden armor.
And while I could not see his face,
I knew at once, this man was an honorable foe.
The silence was overwhelming,
as we watched for an eternity
waiting for the moment when two would meet in battle,
to negotiate this matter of honour.
With frightful cry, both warriors charged and met
and sword flashed like lightning
against thrusting spear
and in just one moment’s loss
both warriors paused -
as one fell to the ground
speaking out his words of honour
but wishing he had only...
held on to life...
just a little...
longer.
Wows. intense, lol. What
Wows. intense, lol. What could add to it, in my opinion, is to have, maybe in the comment section or the author's notes/comment section, having a key, telling what some of the words mean.
Other than that, I liked it!
<3
Good idea! I think it was
Good idea! I think it was inspired in part by your Coliseum poem, possibly.
Cheers,
Adam_San
=:D Really?! teehee! I'm glad
=:D Really?! teehee! I'm glad that you liked it!
There you go!
<3