My Martial Vigor

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

The steel sings a siren song in my calloused hand
A rhythm of resilience across this war-torn land
Years have etched a map of battles on my face
But fire still burns bright in this warrior's space

My martial vigor, a river running deep
Through frozen nights and mountains high and steep
It fuels my breath, it guides my weary stride
A warrior's heart, where courage cannot hide

I've seen empires rise and crumbled into dust
Felt the sting of betrayal, the weight of broken trust
But with every scar, my spirit grows more bold
A story etched in iron, a truth that must be told

My martial vigor, a river running deep
Through frozen nights and mountains high and steep
It fuels my breath, it guides my weary stride
A warrior's heart, where courage cannot hide

They say I'm getting old, my time is drawing near
But the steel remembers my touch, and dispels all fear
The youngsters can boast of speed and youthful might
But experience whispers truths in the fading light

My martial vigor, a river running deep
Through frozen nights and mountains high and steep
It fuels my breath, it guides my weary stride
A warrior's heart, where courage cannot hide

So let the trumpets sound, let the banners fly
I stand defiant 'neath this endless sky
My martial vigor, a fire in my soul
Until my dying breath, I'll make my spirit whole.
Yeah, I'll make my spirit whole.