I am a Fighter: A Knight's Prayer
Note: This one is dedicated to all the brave knights in this world's history. To this day, you are remembered as the most honorable of soldiers (and the coolest!) that have defended the helpless.
Under the moon, watched over with the serene eyes
of God Himself,
warriors lie embedded in their own blood
they accept that their short time on Earth
is now ending.
There are still some, who are fighting
the devout fighters of the army
Fighting, even now, to stay alive
The drums of battle afresh in their minds
They lie, unlike their brothers
Clinging onto the flimsy string
of dear life.
As their blood, the holy water of life
Comes gushing out of their bodies
They forget not
The purpose of their lives
The reason for their endless risks,
Why it is that they are lying,
So weakened by the sword
Of the enemy.
To protect, to defend
Those who couldn't defend themselves
To be brave, righteous
So that they may receive God's love
To speak the truth, if it led to death
To be without fear
In the glaring eye
Of the enemy.
The warriors hold back
Groans of pain and misery
For they know that they have fought
Without fear, but bravery,
With the thought of the people's justice
Driving them to fight
Like super-humans.
One of them, is a young boy
Barely eighteen
He says a prayer
He asks for mercy, for strength
To stand up again
And to bless those
Who have died
A death most honorable.
Stumbling on his two feet,
He bends down
To his comrade's side
Weeping
He cleanses the grimy forehead
With his own hands and tears
He says to him
That it is fear, not bravery
That'll drive him to avenge him.
Bidding farewell
To the Holy Land,
He looks back,
And sees the glorified, plain hill
That the battle took place
And sees that fallen soldiers
Are not much different
In the end.
Riding away
Alone
To his homeland
He witnesses the beauty
Of sunrise
As a new day
Dawns upon him
And he knows
That this sun
Will once again bathe
The battlefield,
Dry the wet blood that was shed
With holiness.