Skull of My Enemy

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

The desert wind whispers a forgotten name
Across the dunes where shadows dance and flame
Years of battle, blood soaked in the sand
Now I stand victorious, weapon in my hand

Skull of my enemy, held high to the sky
A testament to vengeance, a reason why
I fought through the darkness, the pain and the fear
Now only silence remains, and my triumph is clear

I remember the fire, the steel in the night
The burning hatred that fueled our endless fight
He wore a crown of thorns, a heart of stone
Now dust to dust he returns, and I am left alone

Skull of my enemy, held high to the sky
A testament to vengeance, a reason why
I fought through the darkness, the pain and the fear
Now only silence remains, and my triumph is clear

Some say I'm a monster, consumed by the wrath
That led me to conquer, to carve out this path
But they don't know the stories etched in my soul
The wounds that he inflicted, the terrible toll

I see his face staring, even in the bone
A mocking reminder of battles lost and won
But the fire is fading, the rage starts to cease
Replaced by a hollow, uneasy peace

Skull of my enemy, held not so high now
The weight of the victory, I feel somehow
The darkness has lifted, but the silence remains
A lonely echo whispering through my veins

Skull of my enemy, I lay you to rest
Perhaps in the silence, we both can be blessed
The war is over, the fighting is done
Now I must find my way, beneath the setting sun.