"Wandering Warrior"
I am a warrior
Though I might wish it were different
I lead a life of woe
Seeing comrades fall in battle; who can describe
The anguish I felt when those brave close friends died!
I am a wanderer
Though I would like to stay
I must travel onward
After my enemy night and day.
A wandering warrior, that is the life I lead
Perhaps one of adventure, maybe one of good deeds
Also one of sadness and woe
But the life of a wandering warrior is my fate, I know.
"Fallen Comrades"
Long-time friends
Life snatched from in battle
A comrade falls
Killed by the blow
Of the despicable foe.
Comrades dead in battles long fought
Friends who death upon foebeasts brought
Some saved our lives, mine or yours, ten times again
Some encouraged others and insisted "You can!"
Now dead on the battlefield, killed by the foe
My friends, you don't deserve this woe!
Friend, how I long to see you once again
You who never retreated and never ran
But now all I can do is keep you in my memory
And be sure that the one who killed you is dead.
"Death"
Impossible to believe
Impossible to accept
The fact that one, once so
Full of life, full of energy
Now lies, unmoving, unseeing
Not breathing
Not speaking
Dead.
"First Battle"
Young, untried, uncertain
Not a warrior yet
Ability with a weapon
But future isn't set.
Into battle the young one goes
Paws shaking with nervous fear
Arrows whizzing overhead
Blades slicing through the air.
Gathering courage, the young one
Takes aim with an arrow, lets fly
A foebeast dies with a scream
Goes down with a gurgling cry.
The young one's paws go numb
Face shocked and not believing.
Can't believe he killed another
Stunned by what he's seeing.
The sight of death is horrible
In the eyes of one so young
The taking of another's life
Is terrifying, not fun.
But then beside the young one
A goodbeast, a comrade falls
Slain by the paw of vermin
To Dark Forest the comrade is called.
Anger overcomes fear and shock
The young one charges into the fray
The young one becomes a warrior
The young one ages seasons that day.
"When a Youth Becomes a Warrior"
When a youth becomes a warrior
It is not a time for joy
For a warrior's life causes one to age quickly
To be no longer an innocent girl or boy.
When a young one becomes a warrior
Youth is taken from him
The sight of death, the taste of blood,
Killing others to win…
When a child becomes a warrior
The innocence of youth is stolen
Muffled is the laughter and joy
Of one who once played in a forest glen.
That the young would not become warriors
Would instead cling to childhood
Instead of aging far too soon
And having to cause death and draw blood.
"The Warrior is Afraid"
(NOTE: I wrote this after reading "The Warrior is a Child".)
I'm the last one you'd call weak
I'm the type you seek
In times of trouble and warfare
To go into the enemy's lair.
I'm rough, I'm tough, as hard as nails
I'm an impenetrable fort
Never venerable, never afraid
Of anything- killing, death, or the enemy sort…
That's what everybeast says.
You'd never believe that I'm weak
You'd never think I could be scared
Nobeast would ever venture to think
That behind my blade
This warrior is afraid.
Sometimes I shiver behind my helmet
At the sight of the enemy ranks
Sometimes I'm scared that I won't make it
Across war's treacherous banks.
I'm scared, I'm sad,
I go home and sob
A warrior's life isn't simple
But it's true that behind this blade
The warrior is afraid.
I'm not that old
I'm rather young
I was forced to age too fast
The weight of friends who now lie dead
Is etched into my past.
Yes, behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid.
Killing is not glamorous
Not beautiful or good
Life of any species is precious
Be it goodbeast kind or vermin rude…
My blade is stained by vermin blood.
Still, behind this blood- red blade,
The warrior is afraid.
We're not a breed apart
From the peaceful ones
We need a shoulder to cry on
Often, down my cheek, a salty tear runs
For you see, behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid.
"I Am No Warrior"
I am no warrior-
I am a fighter.
Warriors abide by a code of honor-
Do right
Be merciful
Protect the weak
Have a conscience
Let your foe have an equal chance.
I am not merciful.
I have no conscience.
I do whatever is needed to defeat my enemy.
A warrior disarms the opponent-
And lets them retrieve their weapon.
I disarm my opponent-
And then I run them through.
I admire warriors.
I envy them their honor
Their compassion
Their weaknesses that are truly strengths.
But I am not a warrior.
I am cold of heart and hard of soul
And I do unto vermin
As they do unto me.
"Warrior's Heart"
Face of stone
Standing apart
Does the warrior have a heart?
Shadowed soul
Blood-soaked blade
Is the warrior e'er afraid?
Red-veiled eyes
Storm above
Can the warrior someday know love?
Hardened heart
Battle mind
Does the warrior know how to be kind?
Chains of hate
Eyes wintry
Will the warrior e'er be free?
I am a warrior
Though I might wish it were different
I lead a life of woe
Seeing comrades fall in battle; who can describe
The anguish I felt when those brave close friends died!
I am a wanderer
Though I would like to stay
I must travel onward
After my enemy night and day.
A wandering warrior, that is the life I lead
Perhaps one of adventure, maybe one of good deeds
Also one of sadness and woe
But the life of a wandering warrior is my fate, I know.
"Fallen Comrades"
Long-time friends
Life snatched from in battle
A comrade falls
Killed by the blow
Of the despicable foe.
Comrades dead in battles long fought
Friends who death upon foebeasts brought
Some saved our lives, mine or yours, ten times again
Some encouraged others and insisted "You can!"
Now dead on the battlefield, killed by the foe
My friends, you don't deserve this woe!
Friend, how I long to see you once again
You who never retreated and never ran
But now all I can do is keep you in my memory
And be sure that the one who killed you is dead.
"Death"
Impossible to believe
Impossible to accept
The fact that one, once so
Full of life, full of energy
Now lies, unmoving, unseeing
Not breathing
Not speaking
Dead.
"First Battle"
Young, untried, uncertain
Not a warrior yet
Ability with a weapon
But future isn't set.
Into battle the young one goes
Paws shaking with nervous fear
Arrows whizzing overhead
Blades slicing through the air.
Gathering courage, the young one
Takes aim with an arrow, lets fly
A foebeast dies with a scream
Goes down with a gurgling cry.
The young one's paws go numb
Face shocked and not believing.
Can't believe he killed another
Stunned by what he's seeing.
The sight of death is horrible
In the eyes of one so young
The taking of another's life
Is terrifying, not fun.
But then beside the young one
A goodbeast, a comrade falls
Slain by the paw of vermin
To Dark Forest the comrade is called.
Anger overcomes fear and shock
The young one charges into the fray
The young one becomes a warrior
The young one ages seasons that day.
"When a Youth Becomes a Warrior"
When a youth becomes a warrior
It is not a time for joy
For a warrior's life causes one to age quickly
To be no longer an innocent girl or boy.
When a young one becomes a warrior
Youth is taken from him
The sight of death, the taste of blood,
Killing others to win…
When a child becomes a warrior
The innocence of youth is stolen
Muffled is the laughter and joy
Of one who once played in a forest glen.
That the young would not become warriors
Would instead cling to childhood
Instead of aging far too soon
And having to cause death and draw blood.
"The Warrior is Afraid"
(NOTE: I wrote this after reading "The Warrior is a Child".)
I'm the last one you'd call weak
I'm the type you seek
In times of trouble and warfare
To go into the enemy's lair.
I'm rough, I'm tough, as hard as nails
I'm an impenetrable fort
Never venerable, never afraid
Of anything- killing, death, or the enemy sort…
That's what everybeast says.
You'd never believe that I'm weak
You'd never think I could be scared
Nobeast would ever venture to think
That behind my blade
This warrior is afraid.
Sometimes I shiver behind my helmet
At the sight of the enemy ranks
Sometimes I'm scared that I won't make it
Across war's treacherous banks.
I'm scared, I'm sad,
I go home and sob
A warrior's life isn't simple
But it's true that behind this blade
The warrior is afraid.
I'm not that old
I'm rather young
I was forced to age too fast
The weight of friends who now lie dead
Is etched into my past.
Yes, behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid.
Killing is not glamorous
Not beautiful or good
Life of any species is precious
Be it goodbeast kind or vermin rude…
My blade is stained by vermin blood.
Still, behind this blood- red blade,
The warrior is afraid.
We're not a breed apart
From the peaceful ones
We need a shoulder to cry on
Often, down my cheek, a salty tear runs
For you see, behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid.
"I Am No Warrior"
I am no warrior-
I am a fighter.
Warriors abide by a code of honor-
Do right
Be merciful
Protect the weak
Have a conscience
Let your foe have an equal chance.
I am not merciful.
I have no conscience.
I do whatever is needed to defeat my enemy.
A warrior disarms the opponent-
And lets them retrieve their weapon.
I disarm my opponent-
And then I run them through.
I admire warriors.
I envy them their honor
Their compassion
Their weaknesses that are truly strengths.
But I am not a warrior.
I am cold of heart and hard of soul
And I do unto vermin
As they do unto me.
"Warrior's Heart"
Face of stone
Standing apart
Does the warrior have a heart?
Shadowed soul
Blood-soaked blade
Is the warrior e'er afraid?
Red-veiled eyes
Storm above
Can the warrior someday know love?
Hardened heart
Battle mind
Does the warrior know how to be kind?
Chains of hate
Eyes wintry
Will the warrior e'er be free?
