Author's note: Hey mates, and all you Redwallers out there! This poem is basically a one shot example of a story that I will be starting to publish, I hope this summer. I hope you enjoy it; I didn't want to put in too much detail so it wouldn't be a spoiler, but...dunno. Anyway, read and enjoy, and I hope to be coming out with the first chapter soon.
The Warrior's Heart
The sun doth shine across the land
though cold and barren it be
it's rays of light cast beams so bright
over rock and dirt and tree
Upon a grassy sward do see
the figure lying in a heap
broken and battered from a brutal fight
no caring eyes to see
Around him lies his faithful weapons
which aided him in seasons past
Now rusty, bent and broken they are
of no more use at last
He is nought but a child small and thin
yet fate dealt him a cruel paw
though young and weak he was taken from home
by one who served under The Claw
Locked tight in his chains, and taken afar
he strove to remember the code
a warrior stays strong through the trials of life
And never gives up when he's gored
His life was of hardships, his masters brutal
yet one thing he strove to preserve
the way of the warrior burned deep in his heart
he would never give up nor reserve
The lash may fall, starvation rail
but his heart is all that matters
he knows deep down what is true and right
and he fights for them in tatters
His heart is built of strong courage
in it's firmness he relies
for although his body broken is
his spirit still defies
He is a child, young and small
with little skill or brawn
but when his spirit burns up in him
he fears none who do him harm
Now he lays upon the grassy sward
the fight he did fail to win
His wounds do bleed, his heart does plead
for mercy for his sins
He is born of noble blood
a warrior's lineage, in his ancestry
he will not give in and die like this
his heart is too great for such asininity
He hears a voice call his name
a warm and gentle voice
he sees a warrior standing there
who tells him to make a choice
He pulls away in fear and loss
thinking he has failed
but the warrior smiles kindly at him
his face warm and hale
He takes his paw, his fear has gone
his face fills up with joy
he is not alone, there are those who care
he is no longer a vermin's toy
A warrior's heart is strong and brave
of vengeance and hatred devoid
the spirit that doth burn inside of him
can never be destroyed.